Chapter 104

“I am fucking mad! I’m fucking off my trolley. Foryou, not at you. I’ve never been mad at you. That would come, yeah, but we’ll…we would have gotten over it. Right now. I am bloody mad for you.” There was a sound, as if he actually smacked his phone. “Why am I wasting my breath? Whatever is wrong in your head, mate, that you don’t think you deserve what you’re telling me I do…whatever you bloody need to get fixed,” he stuttered, “I…I can’t fix it. You gotta do it. Somehow. Youhave to, and you don’t want to. It’s not that you can’t. You start, then you bloody quit. This is not the time to make big decisions for any of you, with your coach’s—”

“My father’s death. Not my coach’s.”