Number 1 and Number 2

When the referee nods, confirming the win, Didi’s emotions are a jumble. She can’t make heads or tails of what she’s feeling. Pulled in two different directions, her heart is so taut that she thinks it’s surely going to snap as soon as she wraps her arms around Alana. The hug is perfunctory but friendly, short and sweet, like the words exchanged, “Good game, baby. I’ll call you.” Continue reading