Coach's Cutie - Chapter 4: Fostering the Relationship
I've been volunteering at this animal shelter for over a year now. It's really close to where I live, and it's been a great way for me to occupy some of the free time I have on weekends. I've always loved animals, and especially dogs, so it's been a fun and rewarding way for me to give back a little to our community.
As I hang out at the shelter's front desk, I'm trying my best to focus on the tasks I need to get done today, but in reality I keep thinking about last night. I feel good about where Greg and I ended up, as despite how disturbing that movie he showed me was, I think in some weird, twisted way it actually brought us closer together. But there's no doubt I'm still fixated on those poor girls that were in the porno. I can't get them out of my head!
Are they okay? Where are they today? Are they all grown up with families of their own now? So many questions, but probably none more pressing than, why would they have agreed to be in that horrible movie in the first place?!? I don't think I'll ever understand the answer to that, but I can't stop thinking about it. The only thing I know for sure, is that I'm just not cut out for watching a movie like that, ever again!
But then in addition to the girls from the Czech porn movie, I also can't stop thinking about Katherine, the opposing basketball player from the parking lot earlier in the evening. Her predicament feels much more tangible and real-life, which it obviously is, as we saw firsthand what an asshole her father is. Fuck! Sometimes, and yes I know guys can end up in shitty situations too, but girls and women just have it so tough. It fucking sucks!
Oh well. Misogyny is certainly nothing new, and at least I have plenty of work here at the shelter to occupy myself. I actually have a whole stack of appointment reminders I need to get in the mail, so that should keep me busy for a while.
As I getting started on the thrilling task of stuffing envelopes, I hear someone come through the front door. And as I look up and see a girl walking in and carrying her dog, I'm reminded why sometimes, I get this overwhelming feeling that my life is not just some conglomeration of random occurrences, but instead must be some warped, predesigned script being played out simply for the amusement of some all-knowing being.
The girl coming through the door is Maddie! My 37-year-old boyfriend's teenage crush, who is not only a student at the high school where he teachers, but also a player on the basketball team he coaches. Holy. Fuck.
I see her dog. I know that dog! The dog's name is Cassie. She's a sweet, adorable corgi that we rescued around six months ago. In fact, the main reason I know the dog's name, is because I was the one who named her!
And for fuck's sake. That's why I recognized Maddie when I saw her at the basketball game last night. She's been to the shelter before, because they've been fostering this dog! And while I don't think I've personally dealt with her extensively, I've definitely seen her here more than once. I just couldn't place her face last night, but it all makes sense now!
But holy fuck, she's here?!? That's definitely's the most pressing issue to deal with right now. Play it cool, Becca. Be normal.
Me (trying to give as generic a greeting as I possibly can to this 18-year-old girl): "Hello, good morning!"
Maddie (after shuffling her dog to get a better grip): "Hi."
Me (I figure I can at least act like I remember her dog): "Is that Cassie? I know that sweet girl."
Maddie (sounding a little down actually): "Yep, this is Cassie."
Me (now wondering if everything is okay): "What brings you in?"
Maddie (after clearly taking a second to compose herself): "We needed to drop Cassie off. We can't foster her anymore."
Oh no! It's not uncommon for people to foster a dog for awhile and then bring the dog back, but there's something about the way Maddie just said it that makes me think she's distraught about having to do so.
Me: "Sorry to hear that! Did something happen?"
Maddie: "Yeah, my parents..."
Maddie: (after pausing and starting over): "We can't foster her anymore."
Me (genuinely concerned): "Did she attack someone? Was she aggressive?"
Maddie (sweetly reassuring): "Oh, no, no... nothing like that. Cassie would never do that."
Me (as I walk around the counter to be closer to Madison as we talk): "Oh, okay..."
Maddie: "My parents are getting a divorce, and so we can't have a dog anymore."
Oh my god, that is so heartbreaking on so many levels!
Me (truly upset over this revelation): "Oh I'm so sorry..."
And then just as I'm about to call her Maddie, I catch myself and instead trail off without finishing the sentence. I don't think under normal circumstances, I ever would've remembered her name based on the very limited interactions we had a few months back. Her dog? Sure, I legitimately remembered Cassie's name, as it's not like I got that from my boyfriend, Greg. But Maddie's name? I feel like calling her that would be weird and suspicious, which is the last thing I want to be right now.
Me (yep, I'm so manipulative sometimes): "I'm sorry, what's your name again?"
Maddie: "Madison."
Me: "Well I think maybe we met awhile back, but nice to meet you again, Madison."
Shit. Now I have to remember to call her Madison and not Maddie, because that would also be super weird if I just randomly started giving this girl I barely know a nickname. Madison. Madison. Madison. That's her name. Madison.
More importantly though, I feel so bad for her! I had no idea, and I assume Greg didn't either, that her parents are getting divorced?!? Divorces suck all the way around. Trust me, I know. But the absolute worst part about them is when there are kids involved. Ugh, I just hate it.
And oh my god, I am a straight up crazy person. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but just now, I had the most ridiculous thought go through my mind. I'm thinking, this poor girl Maddie... first, she had to endure getting beaten by that old man with the paddle, and now her parents are getting divorced?? Here I am, still processing that fucked up torture porn movie from last night, and just because one of the porn actresses looked exactly like Madison, I'm actually confusing it with real life. What the absolute fuck is wrong with me?!?
Me (trying to regain my composure so I can be sympathetic): "Madison, I am so sorry you're going through that. We can definitely take Cassie back for you. You've already helped so much by fostering her as long as you did."
Maddie: "I know. I'm just not ready to say goodbye to her."
Ugh. Poor girl. I instinctively pout my face in sympathy.
Maddie (seemingly opening up to me a little): "It's mostly my mom's fault... Not the divorce, as I don't even know where to begin with that. But the dog. My dad's the dog lover between them, but his new place won't allow pets it sounds like. I tried to convince my mom that we should still keep Cassie around, but she wouldn't budge."
Me: "Oh I'm so sorry, Madison."
I offer to take ahold of Cassie, and as she hands her off I can tell it's really an emotional moment for her. Poor girl. Madison, that is. She's so sweet, and now that I've actually met her, I can see why my boyfriend just adores her.
Me (after placing Cassie down and grabbing her leash): "So your dad? He was the one who filled out the fostering paperwork originally, right?"
Maddie: "Yeah, we had gotten her this past summer."
Me: "Okay. I'm guessing we have everything we need then as far as contact info. Obviously if anything changes and you're able to foster Cassie or any other dog again, you'd always be helping us out."
As I'm saying this, Maddie seriously looks like she might cry. Ugh, forget all the stuff about Greg and our fucked up, twisted, sexual fantasies. My heart just breaks for this young lady, and it really puts everything in perspective!
Me: "Again, I'm so sorry, Mad... (I come really close to calling her Maddie)...ison. Is there anything else I can do to help you out? I feel so bad about the circumstances here."
Maddie (softy): "There is one thing..."
Maddie (continuing): "And I don't even know if this is allowed. But would you be able to let me know if someone else ends up adopting her? Or even just starts fostering her?"
Me: "Of course... sure..."
Maddie: "Because I'd probably want to reach out and just offer to take Cassie for a walk or something from time to time for them, you know, but only if they were okay with that."