“Wear this for good luck,” she said warmly. “It’s what you were wearing when you met Nick for the first time.” I let her smooth the color over my lips, but it didn’t feel like good luck. It felt like a bookend, in that we had started something that day in June and today we were capping it off. I shook the thought off. It was far too Protestant for words, and I was an irreligious modern girl after all. No gods or idols for me.
