Chapter 11: Hurricane Casey
"Well look at him," Casey said in her West Virginia drawl, handing back the photo of Jamie and I that I'd brought to show her. Casey was never truly keen on Jamie and I - and Jamie referred to her as “Hurricane Casey,” because all he ever heard about her was the emotional havoc she wreaked upon people. With Casey, everything was a competition, and she had to be the winner. Even when she insisted on meeting me in Miami for dinner during a conference at the university, she listed every grant she’d gotten, every grad school she’d gotten into and why she decided to go to Miami instead of Paris or Istanbul for a week-long conference.
And, of course, she asked about Jamie.
“Wait, he was only a second-round pick?” she asked me. &ldquo...
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