Carys was replacing alcohol with cake and it really wasn't doing much good. She had thought that with her dismal mood about the Catapults' current standings, a party for one of her dear friends would help her out, but no! Not even her really short,
pretty dress that made her legs look fantastic could not help her sour disposition! She should just hang up her jersey now, because by the end of the season, even if the Catapults made a run, it would be all out of luck and not due to the tremendously remarkable captaining skills of Carys Once-a-Llewellyn Parkin.
She glanced up when she felt Drake's look of disdain upon her. Carys pulled an ugly face at her husband.
"It's good cake!" she moped, but she put her fork down and slid the plate away from her. She really should not have taken that third slice, she wouldn't be able to get her broom off the ground tomorrow if she did. Maybe it would benefit the team! Maybe her wild flying ways had finally rubbed off on the rest of the Catapults and they couldn't keep themselves in control! Who else was there to blame? Captain Kangaroo?
Hmm, yes, she could put some of the blame on Courtney's shoulders.
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