“Oh,” she said.
“I have a regular lingerie drawer out in the bedroom.”
“You have two drawers for…”
“I do. And those are all new, by the way. After Finley dumped me for the last time, I went on a little shopping spree. Retail therapy.”
“So, no one has…”
“Seen me in those? No,” India replied. “And this shirt? Really?” She took the shirt from Maisie. “I got it from work.”
“Why not?”
“It’s ugly.”
“India, it’s just a plain white T-shirt.”
“That says, ‘Southern Roastery,’ on it.”
“So? Come on. Help me find some sporty pants, and let’s go.”
“Sporty pants? What about me says that I own sporty pants?”
Maisie laughed and said, “Please. You work out.”
“How do you know I work out?” India asked with that lifted eyebrow again.
“I’m looking at you. I can tell you work out.”
“I run, mostly.”
“There you go. Let’s find some running pants.”
“Running pants? Babe, where are you taking me, exactly?”
“To the batting cages.”
???
“You realize my experience with any kind of ball doesn’t extend past mandatory physical education in high school, don’t you? And I got out of that more often than not by claiming that I was on my period and had massive cramps.”
Maisie laughed as she found a helmet and held it out to India.
“How did you keep pullingthatoff?”
“The teacher was a guy and too confused to question it. What do you expect me to do with this?”
India glared at the bright red helmet.
“Put it on your head, India.”
“I can’t put that on my head. Other heads have been in that.”
“Yes, mine. It’smyhelmet,” she said.
“You have your own helmet?”
“I do. I’m in a co-ed adult softball league with Lainey and Paige. We play in a spring league, a summer league, and a fall one, but I haven’t been able to go because of theelection. So, I needed to get some batting practice in and thought we could have some fun here together. Plus, their ice cream is amazing.”
