"Carma,
Eric is here, and I totally flew off the handle when he spoke to me. Should I have given him a chance? Kostos is a nice guy. Too bad he got that girl pregnant. I like him and he would have been good for Lena. He is good looking, courteous, and his accent just makes a person melt. He has been dodging the Lena subject ever since I mentioned I knew her. I haven't really been pushing it either though. I'm going to tell Tibby. I received a letter from her today. There wasn't anything worth telling. She probably sent you a similar letter.
Hugs from Bee."

"Tibs,
Kostos is my coach at soccer camp. Remember Lena mentioned he played soccer? He is a nice guy and extremely good looking! No wonder Lena fell for him. Bee."

"Bee!" Kostos yelled to her after practice.
Bee stopped, "Hey. How was dinner?"
"Good, good," he muttered, "I would like you to come with me the next time I go," he said nervously, "Everyone should have Greek food once in their life."
Bee didn't mention that she had had Lena's parents' Greek food numerous times, "That sounds nice," Bee smiled at him. She was nervous that she would meet Kostos's wife. There was a nervous pause, then Bee said, "I have to go. Just tell me when you're going next 'kay?"
"Yes," Kostos replied, "Good practice."
"Thanks, I think I'm really learning a lot this summer already. Maybe we can cream Eric's team. Later."
"Bee! Wait." Bee turned, but didn't say anything.
"Yeah?"
"Now that you mention Eric, what is the story?"
"The same summer you met Lena, we had a thing going on. He is way to old for me. It was totally wrong, but somehow, I was drawn to him. He was the bigger person and stopped it right away. He is hot," she trailed off, "Wait a minute!" she yelled when she came out of her momentary trance, "Why am I telling this to you?"
"I don't know. Maybe I could make it up to you by telling you how much I love Lena?"
"Can I get a rain check? I need to prepare myself for that conversation."
"Yes, I understand. Don't worry about it right now okay? We have our first big game next week."
"Yes sir!" Bee said jokingly. Kostos barely chuckled.

Bridget showered, ate lunch, and then went to lay down on the beach. She day-dreamed as she ran her pointer finger over the 'documentation' on the pants. She smiled at what had once been. Bee looked over especially with what Lena had written about Kostos during the first two summers.
"Bee?" she jerked up when she heard someone call from a few feet away. It was Kostos, "May I sit?"
"Hey! Sure. Whats up?"
"Just came out of a coaches' meeting, and they are planning an all star game at the end of the camp. It will be the day after the cup. They are not saying anything official yet, it will depend on a consensus. A few judges will fly in and inconspicuously grade the players during the first few games. I've recommended you already. So be on your best game."
"Okay, so why tell me this? You said it was supposed to be inconspicuous." "Because," he began, "I owe you one."
"How so? You don't owe me anything!" "Besides, if you are as much as a star as Eric says you are, I may get some of the credit," Kostos paused, "So, after the game next week, want to go to the house for dinner?" he changed the subject.
"I already told you I would go. Thank you for the formal invitation. If I survive the dinner, afterwards will be the best time for you to tell me anything you want to. I just can't have any of that swimming around in my head when I see your wife."
"Thats understandable," he simply replied, then paused, "Listen, I have got to get going. The wife and I have some shopping to do for our guest of honor tomorrow. Anything you're craving?"
"I could kill for a Sprite!"
"I'll see what I can do," he smiled, "Especially if you help us win tomorrow."

The game went very well. They creamed them 3-1. Bee took a shower and gussied up. As was their previous arrangement, Kostos picked Bee up at her cabin at four. Bee had hear some girls gossiping about them earlier in the week, and she wanted them to have something to talk about. There was about a 45 minute bumpy ride in the camp van to Kostos's family's house. It was a very humble home. It had only two rooms. A kitchen/living room/dining room and a bedroom. There was an outhouse outside. Suddenly, Bee could not be jealous for Lena. Kostos and Mariana were leading a horrible life.
Kostos did however, deliver on the Sprite. They ate something that Bee didn't recognize. It was good though. There was no desert, and Bee was glad because she was stuffed. She was going to have to run extra in the morning. They sat on the sofa a little after dinner.

"Bridget," Mariana spoke in labored English, "How do you know Kostos?"
"He is my coach at the soccer camp," Bee didn't want to say too much.
"There must be reason that he asked you to dinner and not someone else."
"He is a friend of a friend of mine."
"Oh!" there was a pause, "How long have you played soccer?"
"My Grandpa taught me. When I was six. I'm 17 now. Its been eleven years." "Kostos says you play well."
"Thats nice of him."

The conversation went on like that for a while until Kostos announced that he needed to get Bee back to the camp. He told Mariana something in Greek, then kissed her goodbye. "Thank you for having me," Bee told Mariana as they left, "It was nice to meet you."

Bee pretended to be asleep on the car ride back, even though she couldn't really sleep with all the bumps. She just did not want to talk to Kostos about his wife tonight.