“We were going to have a press conference. We wanted to announce it to the world from St. Theresa’s. We were going to invite people …”
“The Association people think it was a great idea. Everyone’s talking about it. You can’t go anywhere in the hotel without someone saying something. And all the TVs are on. By the way, you know TV does add ten pounds. I’m just saying.”
“Dad, we’re not ready and news crews are already at St. Theresa’s and reporters are on their way to …” He stopped. “I gotta go.”
“You’ll make it work.”
“It takes time to write a campaign, Dad.” “Campaign?”
“We wanted to create press packets and prepare statements for the players. A lot goes into these things. Especially something this huge.”
“Oh, come on. We are trying to find a cure to cancer, and we just raised three billion dollars. Give us the cure, we give you the money. How easy can it get? Besides, the faster we get it out there, the faster we find a cure. You do what you do. There’s no one better. Before I go, the Association’s legal guys said they’ll have the paperwork to you next week.”
“Great.” Nick sighed. “See you on TV!” “Goodbye, Dad.”
“Goodbye, Sal,” yelled Jerry.
“Oh, hey, Jer. So, what kind of tattoo did you get?” “We don’t have time for this right now,” Nick said. “I’ll tell you later, Sal,” said Jerry.
Nick clicked the line off. “Okay, we have four hours to pull this all together. Let’s get to work.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Jerry asked. He pointed at the commotion in the hallway. Nick opened the door and saw a stream of reporters with cameras in tow milling around like ants. “Damn.”
“Here, I wrote up a quick statement earlier,” Jerry said. He handed a legal pad to Nick. “Figured we needed something when I saw the news this morning.”
“You’re a lifesaver, man.”