JAKE
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CHAPTER 9
The following Monday was taken up by research, interviews and errands. Grandpa Jim had called to talk about the Mets great win on Saturday and the disappointing loss on Sunday. As far as Grandpa Jim was concerned, there were only two redeeming qualities to the Miami Marlins; one, they were named after a majestic fish and two, they had walloped the Yankees in the 2003 World Series. He was not a fan.
He'd gotten home around six-thirty, checked his phone and headed towards the bathroom. When he stepped out of the shower he could hear Reece had arrived. Sydney-less, Reece had ordered pizza and suggested a mindless evening of Call of Duty.
The pizza arrived as they were gearing up for battle. They were up until well past two in the morning. Their father had joined the game online. It wasn't until their mother, tired of calling him to bed, had telephoned and demanded they end the battle that they'd gone to bed. The twins always enjoyed getting their dad in trouble.
Tuesday he was up and out by nine-thirty. He grabbed coffee and a bagel and headed to Professor Atwater's office. His thesis was progressing well and had so far passed all reviews. He was confident he was set to complete his Masters in Comparative Literature and graduate the following spring.
His phone dinged as he walked out of the building. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and read the text. Following a thumbs-up emoji, "Must cancel my MMA appearance & football scrimmage. Otherwise all clear from dr." It was followed by a grinning emoji. Emily he thought, and smiled.
Thursday he headed to the Boy's and Girl's Club for his regular tutoring gig. Since high school, Jake would spend four or five hours a week tutoring, playing basketball, or helping out. Along the way he'd managed to make a few friends and provided some anonymous assistance through his father's generosity. By the time he made it home he smelled like a wet dog.
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