TITLE: Promise to Self AUTHOR: Kasey MID-EP: Galileo RATING: PG, S/M SUMMARY: “Wait a minute – I just went to Sam with that reference…not Dad…or hell, even Josh…And speak of the Devil.” He didn’t show up. He was supposed to meet me here because he would be coming straight from the arena…but he never showed up. I checked my voice mail during Intermission – Surely enough, there was an explanation.  “Hey, Mal, it’s me…Listen, I’m so sorry to have to do this, but I have to cancel for tonight…Coach extended practice, big game this weekend…I’m really sorry, Baby.  Call me tonight.” Can I just interrupt Masterpiece Theatre for a minute and state that I LOATHE when anyone calls me that? I take that back – from Dad, it’s fine.  He’s called me that since I WAS a baby, if he were to stop I wouldn’t know what to do…Okay, so it’d be strange at any rate.  Josh learned his lesson about teasing me with that name when I was nine and punched him in the stomach…But I’ve matured since then.  Or at least, I like to think so. At any rate.  I guess everyone but me gets plans canceled a lot due to having to work late.  Of course, working “late” for me means I’m running off copies until 4:30, whereas Sams lucky if he’s done by 2:30 a.m. Wait a minute – I just went to Sam with that reference…not Dad…or hell, even Josh… And speak of the Devil.  There he is, walking in from where he’d been sitting and talking on the phone to josh about what to do about Galileo.  And then he gave me an impromptu speech on how we’re meant to be explorers. I really do love hearing him talk about things.  It’s no wonder he’s a speech writer – If he can speak so well on-the-spot, when he’s given a week or two to write something…I bet he kicked some jury ass with his summations back when he USED that law degree that hangs in his office. Josh says Sam used to be in the business of screwin’ the little guy…I can’t picture that.  I don’t want to.  Sweet, innocent, naïve Sam who’s losing so much of those things by being a politician…By the time the administrations’ over, he’s gonna be as jaded as… My father. They really are too much alike. And I will not become my mother. I do not approach him – instead, I walk back toward my seat. I can’t do it, I won’t… …I shouldn’t, at least… …But maybe… ~*~FIN~*~