me,” Dawn said.
Dawn, the young fiancée of the hot rookie Michael Brown, had abewildered expression on her face. As Casey looked at her, she knew how bright Dawn was and she was also certain that Dawn admired and trusted her. Since the season had begun, Casey had, in a sense, taken Dawn under her wing. But Casey realized that a few of the wives resented Dawn because she was white and Michael was black. For some, that alone was enough to dislike Dawn. They blamed her for stealing one of their good black men, especially a wealthy one. And as much as Dawn respected Casey, she did not want to misuse this trust by manipulating her. Yet this was for the greater good of the team, wasn’t it?
“Think of it like this, Dawn. I know you’re doing a psychiatry residency, but you’re gonna have to do a surgery rotation too, right? If you had a big operation scheduled and Michael started an argument with you the night before this surgery, there’d be two ways to look at it. True, he may have had something on his chest that he couldn’t wait to get off, so he decided to tell you exactly how he felt and he goes off on you like there’s no tomorrow, and sure, he has that right. But him cursing you out might also be considered selfish as far as your work is concerned. Sometimes, when you truly love someone and want what’s best for them … it’s not always about being right and getting the winning point across … it’s about being selfless, too, for the greater good of the relationship, not the quick-fix, self-indulgent point you might be trying to prove for the sake of your own ego. You follow me?”
“Makes sense,” Lorraine said, nodding her head in agreement.
Casey looked at Trina lying back in her chair; she had her eyes and lips turned up to the intricately plastered ceiling in an “I’m not buying it” expression.
“So all I’m saying is, maybe we can be a little less selfish during this time and realize how important the play-offs are for the Flyers. Let them have their full sense of concentration. If you wanna curse them out the entire off-season, that’s your prerogative, but in the meantime we really could help them keep their minds on the game.”
Dawn seemed to be digesting everything Casey was saying to them all.
“I hear what you’re saying, Casey, and I understand not needing to stress out our men,” Lorraine said, sitting forward and snatching upanother one of Trina’s miniature cakes. “But Alexis wants us to be at all of these games on time. She knows some of us work. I know my job at the hospital is unpredictable sometimes, especially when I get a critical patient in ten minutes before my shift is supposed to be over. She’s gonna have to cut us some slack there. I mean, I’m not about to start missing work, play-offs or not.”
“Me neither,” Dawn chimed in.
“Well, neither am I, and I think even Alexis understands that, and if she doesn’t, that’s her problem,” Casey started. “But when we do go to the games, we can at least arrive on time.”
“Unless we’re running late and we’re coming from work,” Lorraine said with a satisfied smirk.
“Well, whatever the reason, just make sure you get your butt there whenever you can,” Casey said, glad that the mood had turned lighter even though she knew she had not gotten through to Trina, at least on the conservative-clothing part. As far as the games were concerned, Trina rarely missed them and was always early.
“I’ll be there like I always am, but I’m gonna be comfortable, that’s for sure.”
“All right, Trina, but—”
“Excuse me, ladies.” Martha, Casey’s live-in housekeeper, interrupted Trina. “The doorman just telephoned up and there’s a Kelly Tucker downstairs to see you, Casey.”
“Kelly?” Casey questioned, turning toward Martha.
“Yes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
How did Kelly know she was having some of the women over?
“Do you want me to have the doorman send her up?” Martha asked,
Dawn, the young fiancée of the hot rookie Michael Brown, had abewildered expression on her face. As Casey looked at her, she knew how bright Dawn was and she was also certain that Dawn admired and trusted her. Since the season had begun, Casey had, in a sense, taken Dawn under her wing. But Casey realized that a few of the wives resented Dawn because she was white and Michael was black. For some, that alone was enough to dislike Dawn. They blamed her for stealing one of their good black men, especially a wealthy one. And as much as Dawn respected Casey, she did not want to misuse this trust by manipulating her. Yet this was for the greater good of the team, wasn’t it?
“Think of it like this, Dawn. I know you’re doing a psychiatry residency, but you’re gonna have to do a surgery rotation too, right? If you had a big operation scheduled and Michael started an argument with you the night before this surgery, there’d be two ways to look at it. True, he may have had something on his chest that he couldn’t wait to get off, so he decided to tell you exactly how he felt and he goes off on you like there’s no tomorrow, and sure, he has that right. But him cursing you out might also be considered selfish as far as your work is concerned. Sometimes, when you truly love someone and want what’s best for them … it’s not always about being right and getting the winning point across … it’s about being selfless, too, for the greater good of the relationship, not the quick-fix, self-indulgent point you might be trying to prove for the sake of your own ego. You follow me?”
“Makes sense,” Lorraine said, nodding her head in agreement.
Casey looked at Trina lying back in her chair; she had her eyes and lips turned up to the intricately plastered ceiling in an “I’m not buying it” expression.
“So all I’m saying is, maybe we can be a little less selfish during this time and realize how important the play-offs are for the Flyers. Let them have their full sense of concentration. If you wanna curse them out the entire off-season, that’s your prerogative, but in the meantime we really could help them keep their minds on the game.”
Dawn seemed to be digesting everything Casey was saying to them all.
“I hear what you’re saying, Casey, and I understand not needing to stress out our men,” Lorraine said, sitting forward and snatching upanother one of Trina’s miniature cakes. “But Alexis wants us to be at all of these games on time. She knows some of us work. I know my job at the hospital is unpredictable sometimes, especially when I get a critical patient in ten minutes before my shift is supposed to be over. She’s gonna have to cut us some slack there. I mean, I’m not about to start missing work, play-offs or not.”
“Me neither,” Dawn chimed in.
“Well, neither am I, and I think even Alexis understands that, and if she doesn’t, that’s her problem,” Casey started. “But when we do go to the games, we can at least arrive on time.”
“Unless we’re running late and we’re coming from work,” Lorraine said with a satisfied smirk.
“Well, whatever the reason, just make sure you get your butt there whenever you can,” Casey said, glad that the mood had turned lighter even though she knew she had not gotten through to Trina, at least on the conservative-clothing part. As far as the games were concerned, Trina rarely missed them and was always early.
“I’ll be there like I always am, but I’m gonna be comfortable, that’s for sure.”
“All right, Trina, but—”
“Excuse me, ladies.” Martha, Casey’s live-in housekeeper, interrupted Trina. “The doorman just telephoned up and there’s a Kelly Tucker downstairs to see you, Casey.”
“Kelly?” Casey questioned, turning toward Martha.
“Yes.”
“Okay, thanks.”
How did Kelly know she was having some of the women over?
“Do you want me to have the doorman send her up?” Martha asked,
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