“Yeah.”
“That makes no sense.”
“I didn’t say it did.”
“Why did you wear it today?”
“I needed some luck,” I said. “To get through seeing you and not kissing you in front of everyone. And I knew things were going to be emotional.”
“I saw you with his son. The way you handled all of that.”
“And?”
“It was pretty special, Mav.”
“Good. Coach is a good man. He has a good family. I hate that they’re going through this. I hate it even more now that I know what you went through. All the things you must be feeling right now. I want you to know that-”
Madison rolled out of the bed.
She stood up, her back toward me, leaving my eyes staring at her back, her ass and the back of her legs.
That was a subtle way of telling me to shut the fuck up, huh?
“Where did you put your lucky shirt?” she asked.
“I threw it across the room.”
Madison strutted across the room and crouched down for a moment.
When she stood up, she held my lucky shirt in her right hand.
She looked back at me. “Has anyone else ever worn this shirt?”
“No, sweetie,” I said. “And don’t think you’re…”
Madison started to put the shirt on.
My lucky sleeveless shirt.
She turned and walked back to the bed.
I sat up and put my feet on the floor.
I was slightly irritated.
“Are you mad at me?” Madison asked as she stood in front of me.
The shirt was loose on her, but I could see her nipples showing through.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I said. “That’s my lucky shirt.”
“And I guess it works,” she said.
“Now you believe in it?” I asked.
Madison shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, here I am, standing in front of you, wearing nothing but this shirt. And you like it.”
“Says who?”