He’d planned it two weeks prior to the blow up between Sam and I. At the time, I’d thought it sweet that he’d arranged it so that everyone in the bridal party would be in attendance but, now, it sort of decreed I had to be there too. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay out of everyone’s way so I couldn’t cause any more friction and I told him so when he’d rung to remind me. But Johnny was adamant that I was going. If Sam wanted to be a big girl’s blouse, let him but we couldn’t turn the opportunity down. I supposed he was right. If the Force had been near the top of the ladder there was no way we would have got that box. Sam picked me up in a taxi on the Saturday night of the game. The boys had been playing away that day, so I hadn’t gone to their match. I would have felt like an idiot cheering him on, as a dutiful rugby girlfriend should, especially when he wasn’t talking to me. I opened the door to find him standing on the doorstep wearing his sea blue Western Force jersey and cap that had been signed by the players at the pre-season function.
