“Mary,” Marissa says with not even a second of hesitation, just casually thrusting a partially drunk bottle of water at me and walking off to join Steele back on the field.
I was expecting a word, not a name, so that leaves me standing over by the cooler stupidly puzzling over the name Mary while the blindfold test is being set up. She’s never told me anything about her mom, only that she’s never even met her, and I can’t help wondering if that might be her name. Mary, Marissa, they’re kind of similar. People do that, naming their kids something similar to their own names. Or in my dad’s case, giving his son the very same name.
I bet that’s who Mary is, her mom, though it still doesn’t answer the question of why she’d choose that for her signal word. I guess maybe because her mom left?
