I unfold the jersey. It’s his, of course; the number 9 stitched on both sides and CALLAHAN across the back in block letters. I used to have Darryl’s jersey, but I got rid of it along with a bunch of other things back in the spring, after I discovered that he was cheating. “It’s the perfect size,” I say. Laura nods sagely. “It’ll show off your boobs. I’m sure he picked it out with that in mind.”
