Tina came back and the nurse was gone.

"I see that you hate needles" Bette said to Tina.

"Yea not a big fan of them" she replied, "Do you want me to call Kit or your dad?"

"No, Kit would just worry over nothing. I will tell her when I get released. My dad was here earlier today. He was his typical self"

"What dose that mean?" asked Tina.

"I mean he does love me, but when I screw up I don’t fit into his narrow frame work that he has for me and he has no problem expressing how I disappoint him" said Bette.

"Well, that should not matter. You’re his daughter, he should love you regardless"

"Sorry Tina, Melvin did not get that memo" she chuckled, but her eyes were sad. "So, how is work going? You have been here with me a lot"

"Yes, I have but I have things under control. But if it goes too well it will put a ding in my alpha complex. I looked at some tape on the Suns, we play them tomorrow night. Their center will give us some problems, her wing span is like 6inches. But I plan to have small girls at the guard position and the forward spots for the first 20 min so she has to bend more, exrexrt  more energy. So in the third quarter I will put a heavy center on  her and it will allow us to get outside points because she will be a little winded not come out to guard the outside shot" Tina explained.

"Yea, I talked to my coach today and told her that the doc said I need to take the week off. I will miss two games, they are on the road, when I get back I will get play the half, sit the third and play the fourth to slowly get my body back up to playing speed. When the doc comes in for the final check up tomorrow, I will ask him if I can start practice on wednesday night. I am sure the team’s doctors have talk to him already" said Bette.

The nurse walked in with Bette’s dinner, a shake. Bette grimaced as she looked at the glass.

"What does that taste like? You look so happy about having to drink it" asked Tina.