“What’s really going on? I’m Southern. Not slow.” “Nothing, Mom.” Ella shooed her away with her free hand. “Mind if I get dressed before I go with you? I don’t think my future husband would like me to walk around in front of his teammates in a tank top and underwear.” No, no, her future husband would definitely not like her walking around like that. Too many single men out there. It was bad enough any man other than him had set his eyes or hands on Ella in the last three years.
