I didn’t go to the gym, though, which I figured would irritate him. When I didn’t hear from him by ten, I called Freddie. “Hi Freddie, it’s Max. Is Kingston in?” I asked. I called the gym line and not Kingston’s cell. I didn’t want him to know I was checking up on him. “No, he’s not, but he called here not ten minutes ago looking for you. Don’t you two have cell phones?” the older man asked, obviously not impressed with either of us. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll call him directly,” I lied. “Are you okay, Max? I know you’ve been going through a lot lately, and I want you to know I’m here if you ever need anything.” I smiled into the phone. “Thanks, Freddie. I appreciate that. But I’m fine, I promise. I’ll talk to you after my fight.” The fight was in thirty-six hours, and I still had to get to Connecticut. Boston occasionally hosted fights, but generally, I was going to have to travel to get to my fights. It was fine with me, seeing as I loved to travel.
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