We're soft. If we don't toughen up, we're in a lot of trouble.

Mark's agent called and said Mark felt he was not really going to reach his ultimate goal of getting called back up to the NBA and wanted to explore other options. Mark really played well for us.

I was in some trouble.

The Trouble With Tom: The Strange Afterlife and Times of Thomas Paine

There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea

I crawled back to bed, knowing I was done for. Hours later, the phone in our room started ringing. It was George. He was not happy.
"Room 312. Now!" he shouted.
Bouldy got up. I tried to pull myself together, splashing my face with water and hauling on my shorts and flip flops. It was a lovely day outside, the sun was scorching hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but it might as well have been a pissing wet morning in St Albans for all I cared. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach as we made the Walk of Death to Room 312, which I knew was Paul and Gus's room.
When we walked in, I thought I'd arrived in downtown Baghdad. Water dripped from the ceiling. The board games were in pieces and all the plastic parts were scattered over the floor. The balcony window was wide open and I could see a bed upended by the pool outside.