The Sweetest Game by J. Sterling

Author:J. Sterling [Sterling, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-12-25T00:00:00+00:00

About an hour after I arrived home, the doorman called to let me know the packing boxes I’d ordered had arrived. Thankfully, he hauled them up for me and brought them in, stacking them higher than my kitchen table.

“Do you need packing tape, Mrs. Carter?”

I looked around and tapped the side of my head. “Probably. Do you have any I can borrow?”

He smiled, and his bushy eyebrows squished together like a giant gray caterpillar. “We have plenty. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, Thomas! Just walk back in,” I yelled.

Jack had been right. Trying to do this all alone royally sucked. I looked around at all the things we’d acquired over the years, and realized there was no way I could do this alone, and in a short time frame.

How did the other wives do this, especially when they had kids? They had to have hired help, right? An idea forming, I dialed Trina’s number and waited.

Thomas popped his head back in, dropped two tape guns on the table, and waved before letting himself back out. I mouthed “thank you” to him as Trina answered.

“I cannot believe you’re leaving me,” she said without preamble, her accented voice startling me as she dove right in without saying hello.

I sighed. “I know. I’m trying not to think about it.” Leaving Trina and Matteo was going to be hard. Maybe I could convince them to move with us? After all, we could use a driver in LA. As wonderful as it would be for us, I shook away the absurd idea.

“So, what’s the matter? I know you’re not just calling to chat this chubby girl’s ear off.”

“Trina, you’re seven months pregnant! You’re not chubby! You can’t even tell you’re pregnant from behind. Which, by the way, is why girls hate you.”

“Girls hate me?” she scoffed, horrified at the very idea.

“I mean. If they did. That would be why,” I said with a laugh.

“So, what’s up, lovie?”

“When I move, can I call you anytime I want so you’ll talk to me? You can read me the phone book, I don’t care. I am going to miss hearing your voice so much.”

Trina’s British accent was absolutely precious; I might have developed a girl crush on her for that alone. Plus, the words she used were adorable. Everything was “brilliant” or “lovely;” when she was really sad or upset, she was “gutted;” and I was still trying to figure out what she meant by “gobsmacked.” I thought it meant “shocked,” but I’d never been sure.

“Only until the baby comes and then I’ll probably put a hit on you if you wake me,” she said with a giggle.

“Deal. So, the real reason I’m calling is because I don’t know how I’m supposed to pack up this entire apartment by myself. I’m literally freaking out here, because there’s no way I can do this alone. How do the other wives do it? What do people do? Help me!”

“You must be joking. Cassie, tell me you aren’t sitting at home

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