Back at the Airbnb, everyone took turns taking showers and watching over dinner as it baked in the oven. Cindy was making “hobo pockets” for everyone, which consisted of beef patties stuffed with vegetables. 

“90% of it is up here!” Jeremy said as he tapped his temple, “If my mind isn’t in the right place, I won’t shoot very well.” 

“Your body, too.” his mom, Cindy said, “You need to take care of yourself, too.” 

Jeremy didn’t say anything as he dug into his fast food Doordash order. 

“I can tell you’re not feeling well.” Cindy continued, “It’s because you don’t eat nearly as well as you should. Pre-workout does not count as breakfast!”

Jeremy continued to scarf down his meal, while I slowly picked at my store-bought sashimi. Cindy was certainly right, but I wasn’t gonna say anything. 

“We’ll see how well I do tomorrow.” Jeremy burped as he swallowed his last bite of food. 

“What time’s Lena comin’ in?” Diane, Cindy’s sister asked. 

“Prolly midnight.” Jeremy shrugged, “I’ll stay up till she gets in.”

“Alright.” Diane said, “Speaking of bedtime, I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

“So am I.” I agreed, swallowing the last of my raw salmon without chewing it, “I’ll get in the shower before I go to bed. I smell like ass.”

“Don’t we all?” Cindy chuckled.