11
Liam
I show up at Ginny’s garage door entrance at six o’clock. I knock and clasp the bouquet of daisies in my hand. They’re a little scraggly and weedy looking, but Centreville doesn’t have a florist. So I spent a half-hour wading through the tall grass on the side of Route 511 collecting the daisies that grow there. I’m more nervous than I was before my first audition, and I don’t know why. I just want to apologize. Flowers in hand.
This morning, I was feeling things for Ginny that I don’t have any right to feel. I’m not a good bet and I’m not sticking around. At first I thought that Ginny was the one with all the baggage and that was the reason I wanted to avoid her. Now I realize she’s dealt with her past, it’s me that can’t move forward. In fact, I want to head back to the past a
