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The next Couple of days were a flurry of practices and coreography and more practices. Monique and Suzanna became good friends. When they weren’t practicing they were studying or hanging out together. It was a lot of fun. The team looked forward to a halt in practices as they had publicity pictures taken and interviews to do.
The pictures were fun and there was lots of laughter and fun as they got pictures of all the team. When it was time for Suzanna’s interview she was nervous. She’d done interviews before, but she was always nervous before hand.
As she went to get interviewed Tom stopped her in the hall. “Hey Susan,” He called. She stopped in her tracks. No one had called her Susan in a long time.
Tom walked over to her, “Maybe, you would like to go somewhere later. Maybe out to dinner or something. It will be like old times, “He said.
“Tom, it can never be like old times. You gave up our friendship a long time ago,” Suzanna said.
“O.K, but you don’t know what you are missing,” he said.
Suzanna went for her interview. It was the most in-depth interview that she had ever done. They asked her all kinds of questions and she shared readily.
The last question they asked was “Suzanna, tell us about your dad. I understand he has been at every performance that you have ever done. You and your dad seem very close. He’s a minister, right?”
“Yes, he is. We are very close. When my mom died four years ago we got even closer. He has been my biggest fan ever since I can remember,” Suzanna said as tears welled up in her eyes.
After her interview Suzanna went to her hotel room. She flopped down on the bed and started to cry.
Monique came in and said, “Suzanna, are you okay?” “I was just thinking about my mom. She would have been so proud of me. I wish she could be here to see my dreams come true,” she said.
Monique put her arm around her and said, “My mom and dad are divorced but they both still love me. Both of them have been so supportive of my dreams and even my step parents are proud of me. I can’t imagine not having my mom around. There is so much that I go through in a day. Jerry is a big help when I am not at home. We have been friends since kindergarten. Do you have a best friend?” she asked.
Suzanna looked at her and said, “Yes, I used too, but not anymore. He was well, let’s just say- a jerk.”
Monique smiled and said, “Best friends are hard to find. You have to hold on to them when you find them. I’m only 17 but I know that even if my mom isn’t there Jerry always is. And if it’s a friend you want, well here I am.”
Suzanna smiled at Monique and said, “Thanks.”
“Want to come over to practice with me? Jerry is meeting me in the lobby. We could walk over together,” Monique said.
“No thanks I really need to stay here and finish up my schoolwork,” Suzanna said.
“Okay, I’ll see you at supper then,” Monique said as she left.
The phone rang and Suzanna picked it up. It was her dad.
“Hi honey,” he said. “I saw your interview. It was great. Mom would have been so proud of you.”
They talked for almost an hour.
After hanging up the phone Suzanna picked up her Bible.
She opened it up and a note fell out of it.
It was a note written to her a long time ago.
It said, “Dear Suzy, Good luck today in your competition. I will be praying for you. Love, Mom.”
Suzanna cried all over again.
It was the last note her mom had written her just before she died. It was wrinkled and tear stained, but somehow it helped her feel better. After a good long cry she washed her face and left for dinner. She met Monique at the rink and they all sat down to dinner. They were always fed well. After dinner Monique watched Suzanna work on her routine.
Before bed Monique and Suzanna had a great time watching an old romantic black and white movie.
“I love the old movies. They are so romantic. Too bad romance doesn’t happen that fast in real life,” Suzanna said.
“Yeah. So tell me what would be your perfect guy.
I mean how would you describe Mr. Right?” Monique said.
“Well, he would have to be a gentleman and love to skate. He would be handsome and charming. He would have to like kids and would have to be sensitive and caring,” Suzanna said.
“Well it is hard to find someone like that. The closest person I know of to that would have to be Jerry. He doesn’t know it, but I have a major crush on him. I always have. I’ve never told him but I have endured his many girlfriends. He never stayed long with them. I don’t know why. Of course I have had a few boyfriends myself but none of them have ever measured up to Jerry. Have you had a lot of boyfriends?” Monique asked.
“No, only one, but that was a long time ago and I just want to forget that. Of course it’s hard to that when he is there all the time. Tom and I used to date but he only was after one thing and I wasn’t about to give it to him. I just wish he would give up. As far as Mr. Right goes I don’t know if I will ever find him,” Suzanna said.
“Oh he’s out there somewhere,” Monique said yawning. They fell asleep dreaming of Mr. Right.
The next morning Suzanna quietly got up and started getting ready for the day. Her morning practices were earlier than Monique’s so she tried to let her sleep in. As she was doing up her hair there was a knock on the door. It was Coach Timmers.
“Suzanna, I’m afraid that I have some bad news. My wife is having some difficulty with her blood pressure. They are afraid that they are going to have to do and emergency C-section on her.”
“But I thought that she wasn’t due for two months,” Suzanna said.
“She’s not, that’s why I have to go immediately. There may be some serious problems,” coach Timmers said.
“Well I guess you have to go and be with her, but what am I going to do?” Suzanna asked.
“I talked to Coach Jenkins this morning and he said that Todd could coach you through the Olympics. I don’t want you to miss this opportunity, and don’t worry about us. Just pray, maybe it will help.” Coach Timmers said.
“My God is very big, Coach. I will pray for you. He can take care of this,” Suzanna said.
Coach Timmers smiled and said, “Thanks. You keep up that positive attitude and make me proud.”
Coach Timmers left and Suzanna prayed that everything would be all right. As she left for the rink that morning she knew that it would be OK.
Todd was waiting for her at the rink. He was warming up when she came in. She watched as he took laps around the rink and did a few jumps. He was very athletic and he seemed to be enjoying himself very much. She didn’t say anything for a few minutes and just watched the master at work.
When he noticed her watching him he motioned for her to come on out and join him. She took off her skate guards and skated out on to the ice. After a few laps around and a couple of warm ups she was ready to practice. It was a good practice until Tom decided to join them. First thing out on the ice he did a perfect triple toe loop and sit spin. He didn’t even warm up. Suzanna had to admit that she was impressed, but when he skated over to her she quickly became unimpressed.
“Good morning Suzanna,” he said, “I thought that I would give you a little inspiration this morning and show you what a gold medalist can do. Are you impressed? Because you should be! Oh and Todd, that's how a true Olympic skater skates.”
Todd said, “I was at first, but now I’m not so sure. It seems to me that you could be a little more modest about your abilities. I’ll admit that you are really good, but do you have to constantly remind us about it.”
Tom started to skate away, but before he did he said, “Susan, the offer still stands for dinner if you want. We could even see a movie. It could be fun. Oh I forgot, movies are against your religion. Oh, and Todd, maybe you should just admit that I am better than you.” He laughed as he skated away.
“Don’t let him get to you Todd. I’ve known him a long time and down deep he’s really a nice guy. Or at least he used to be,” Suzanna said.
“Oh, I won’t. I used to be just like him until I fractured my ankle and couldn’t skate anymore. That was such a humbling experience. It’s bad enough to fall during a competition, but it’s even worse to fall when all of America is watching you,” Todd said.
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