Chapter 32: That Pam
GEORG
"Who are you, and what have you done with Georg Kolochev?" Evan asks as I slip off my soaked workout tank and pull on my undershirt and shoulder pads.
"Trakhat'sya," I hiss, giving him the middle finger.
He laughs. "There he is."
"Did you see they hired that Pam in the therapy room?" I stupidly change the subject to the one thing that's been on my mind ever since I heard about it.
"That Pam?" He shakes his head at me in disgust. "Seriously, dude, as in Holly's best friend?" He's more than a little sarcastic as he continues, "Yes, I know she works here now. We put in a good word with the bosses to get her hired." He leaves off the, you ignorant fuck, but I hear it regardless.
Loud and clear.
"Shouldn't they hire skilled therapists though? I mean, a nice rack is great, but it doesn't help with a sprained ankle." The second the words are out I regret them. I don't even know why I said anything, let alone a dick comment like that.