"That sounded a bit dry." She looked at him. "Again, seriously, last time I talk shop tonight."
"Exactly, youa lways get the combo of perfect weight but the holes are too big or too tight. Or your fingers are comfortable but the ball isn't the right weight." She nodded. Abigail could throw down some wings. "Sounds really good right now. Some chili cheese fries, wings, maybe a couple hot dogs. I sound like a pig."
Abby pursed her lips a minute and then recovered, shaking her head. "Don't know what you're talking about."
she chuckled, the teenagers were probably going nuts. But then she remembered her texts from King had stopped. No calls either. She tried her hardest not to think about it and got back to concentrating on dancing before it could bother her too much.