Chapter 22
Skate laces tied tight, Oriana stood and let the other woman dress her in all the necessary protective gear. The pads felt weird, heavy, like wearing armor. She rolled her shoulders to make sure she could move despite the weight.
“Good?” asked the girl, who’d been introduced as Chicklet. She popped the gum she chewed nonstop. “Not too tight?”
Oriana nodded absently, then glanced at the other three women in the locker room. They had their backs to her and were whispering.
“They don’t seem happy that I’m playing.”
Chicklet snorted. “They’re thrilled. They just won’t show it because you’re the opponent. Once your name was picked for the red team, the head games started. Don’t let it get to you.”
Ah. One of the girls looked over, and Oriana gave her the snobby look she usually
