Chapter 16I knocked on Justine's door at 6:20. I wanted to get to the field a little early so that I could do some warm up with Billy before the game. Billy answered the door, and the glower on her face told me this might not have been a good idea after all. She had her hair pulled back in a braid, the glossy ebony plait competing with the sheen on her black long-sleeved sport T. She was also wearing her calf-length running pants. All of it showed off her figure nicely…she looked good. If she wasn't any good on the field, at least she'd be a distraction to the opposing team's male players. She held Margie's softball glove in one hand and a pair of cleats in the other. I pointed down to them questioningly.
“Apparently Margie and I wear the same size shoe.” She pushed past me and headed tow
