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Cheryl was ecstatic. "Darcy! He said to come ahead! You’re in, girl, you in!"
“That's wonderful, Cheryl. But I still don't understand how you can be so sure they'll have me."
"I told you. He knows me! I bragged on you, girl! Oh, sure, the law firm will probably have you go down to a track with a coach and a stopwatch, but that's no big deal. You just run like you run with me and you got it made!"
"So it’s a...a tryout, then?"
"Yeah, but listen, we’re gonna have a good time. We’re gonna go first class. He’s sending a plane, and not just any plane. The law firm has a cool little jet. He comes out here every year to hunt birds at the Bar-S ranch, between here and Fort Davis. They have their own landing strip! We’re gonna meet the plane there and fly to Miami, girl! I'll take you to a Barbadian restaurant! Hoo-boy!"
Cheryl hugged Darcy so hard she lifted her off the ground.
