“All of the above.”
“This is not fair. You’re a goddamn shrink! Tell me what to do.”
“Tell him.”
I laughed, the certifiable lunatic kind of laugh. “Tell him? Brilliant, Luke. I’ve told him I’m scared. He knows I’ve been having nightmares.”
“Did you tell him why you’re scared?”
I shook my head. “It was just a feeling for the longest time. There wasn’t anything to tell.”
“And you’ve told him about the dreams?”
“He knows I’ve had them, but he doesn’t know exactly what they were about.”
“Tell him.”
I grunted. “And then what? Do you really think he’s going to not play? It’s the pinnacle of a football player’s career. It’s the whole damn reason they do what they do. He’s not going to just not play because I had a feeling or a dream.”
“You’re right. He’s still going to play the game.”
“Then what’s the point?”
“The point is you will have done all that you could do.”
“But he’ll still play?”
“Yes.”
“And get hurt or die or whatever the hell my dream meant.”
“It might just be a dream.”
“Or it might not.”
Luke nodded slowly. “Or it might not.”
“God hates me. I don’t even know what I did, but he hates me.”
“I think we give God too much credit for things he doesn’t control and not enough for the things that he does control.” He stood. “I have to go. I have a wife who wants a shower.” Pulling me into his arms, he whispered next to my ear, “Tell him and then… pray.”
It should have beeneasy to make Cage understand myfeeling. After all, the whole team stuck to a rigid schedule—meals, practice, interviews, bedtime. No one changed anything. For a bunch of men who didn’t want to deviate one bit from their normal schedule for fear of jinxing things, my premonition should not have been such an absurd phenomenon.
Wrong.
“Security will be tight. The number of crazy people will be doubled. Stay with Flint or one of your brothers at all times. Got it?” Cage zipped his suitcase.
I didn’t have a single fingernail left, and the inside of my cheek and my bottom lip were gnawed to about nothing. “How do you feel about premonitions?”
Cage laughed. “I get them all the time. Usually about plays in a game.”
“And they’re right?”
He shrugged as he shoved his feet into his sneakers. “Sometimes. Why?”
“My nightmares?”
“Yeah?”
