Greer: You know, I always thought Miller was the worst guy to sit next to on a plane, but I’m really starting to think it’s Lowell.
Stevie: Why is that?
Greer: I’ve seen no less than fifty pictures of his kid today. FIFTY!
Greer: I swear every photo looked the exact same too. The kid was wearing spaghetti sauce as a beard in all of them.
Stevie: It’s a parent thing. Totally normal.
Greer: Right, but why do *I* have to be subjected to this torture?
Stevie: Because he’s proud of his baby.
Greer: Babies—gross.
Stevie: You really do hate kids, huh?
Greer: No. I like Macie just fine, but other kids? No, thanks.
Stevie: I take it that means you don’t want any of your own?
Stevie: Not that I’m asking you to get me pregnant or anything. I mean, we’ve only had sex twice.
Greer: Once is all it takes from what I hear.
Stevie: That’s true.
Stevie: But I’m not. Just so we’re clear.
Greer: Chill. I know what you were asking.
Greer: Honestly, I’ve never seen myself being a parent. I just don’t think it’s for me.
Greer: Do you want more kids?
Stevie: Sometimes, but sometimes not, too. Maybe if I meet the right person, I will.
Stevie: Greer?
Stevie: I guess you fell asleep after the long flight.
Stevie: Sweet dreams, Greer.
Stevie: That last save was incredible!
Greer: I should have never had to make it. That was a sloppy play on our end.
Stevie: That’s what Macie said, but it doesn’t make it any less amazing.
Stevie: You disappeared yesterday. Is everything okay?
Greer: Yeah, sorry. I got busy.
Stevie: Oh.
Stevie: Well, that was a great game.
Greer: Thanks.
Greer: Steve?
Stevie: Yes?
Greer: I wasn’t busy. I just didn’t like the idea of you with someone else.
Stevie: SHE GOT THE LEAD ROLE!
Greer: Huh?
Stevie: Macie! She got the lead role in the spring fundraiser play that’s in April.
Stevie: I mean, it’s not a real play, just a little musical the kids put on to raise money for a class trip at the end of the year, but there are a few talking scenes, and Macie’s the lead character.
Greer: Well, damn. Good for her.
Stevie: I’m so proud of her.
Stevie: She says it’ll be good to practice her public speaking for her aftergame interviews. I can’t believe how much she’s grown. It’s hard to think I was just nineteen when I found out I was pregnant with her.
Greer: Is that how old you were when you got married?
Stevie: Yes. We eloped when I was five months pregnant “for the right reasons.”
Stevie: I regretted it almost instantly.
Greer: How long were you married?
Stevie: Two years too many.
Greer: What was his name again?
Stevie: Ha-ha. Nice try.
Greer: Dammit.
Stevie: You can’t play hockey from prison, you know.
Greer: There must be one prison out there with a hockey team.
Stevie: Yes, because they’re going to give murderers sharp weapons.
Greer: Good point.
Greer: It’d be worth it, though. Not playing, I mean.
Stevie: It was a long time ago.
Greer: Doesn’t make me want to kill him any less.
Stevie: I’m deleting these texts, just in case.
Greer: Good call because I will find out his name one day.
Stevie: I promise to bring you plenty of cigarettes when I visit.
Greer: Good girl.
Greer: Be honest…did you just clench your thighs together?
Stevie: Go to bed, Greer.
Greer: Fine, fine.
Greer: But I’m taking that as a yes.
Stevie: Noted.
Greer: When I tell you I’m ready for this road trip to be over…
Stevie: I’m sorry you guys lost. It sucks.
Greer: It does.
Greer: I wish I were there.
Stevie: Me too.
Greer: Yeah? How badly?
Stevie: So, so badly. Macie misses you.
Greer: Just Macie, huh?
Stevie: Yeah. Definitely nobody else.
Greer: Not you?
Stevie: Nah. I’m a strong independent woman.
Greer: I know you are. It’s badass.
Stevie: That so?
Greer: A total turn-on.
Greer: Well, if I’m being honest, just about everything about you turns me on.
Stevie: Everything?
Greer: Yep.
Stevie: What if I told you I shave my toes?
Greer: What are you, a hobbit?
Stevie: Yes, you got me. I’m a tiny little woodland creature.
Greer: Hobbits aren’t woodland creatures. They live in the sides of hills in the beautiful Shire, not in the woods.
Stevie: Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to get your nerd terminology wrong.
Greer: It’s not nerdy. It’s a classic.
Stevie: Right. Sure. Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Greer: I tell myself it’s a classic because it is.
Stevie: Mmhmm.
Greer: Just wait until I get home, Steve. You’ll pay for this.
Stevie: In kisses?
Greer: In spankings.
Stevie: Promises, promises.
