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Show Remember? 84 She straightened up to him, and for one moment, their eyes were no longer eyes, but gentle currents of water flowing between them. The dust, the wind, and the heat disappeared in the liquid exchange. Their lips touched, softly. She lowered her head to the word "Sooner's" printed in block letters. This is enough, she said as her hands fluttered to the double Os on his shirt. With her finger, she traced the double-looped i n f i n i t y symbol over and over again near the neck of his shirt. I've always loved you, she said He framed her face between his hands. And y o u ' l l never guess what I just remembered, she said. I ' l l give you three guesses. He was silent. The pitcher's name is Don Drysdale. He held her again, tighter. The wind jabbed, tore at the red plaid s h i r t t a i l s , at her braid, at any loose ends i t could find. |