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Liam
“Thanks for tonight,” says Ginny.
“No worries.”
Bean’s asleep in the backseat, the bear in her arms and her face covered in purple cotton candy stain. Ginny lifts her out of her car seat. Bean makes a sleepy noise and then drops her head on Ginny’s shoulder.
“I’ll get the bear,” I say quietly.
Ginny opens the door to her garage apartment. I stand at the threshold, not sure if I should drop the bear at the entrance or come in.
“Come on in,” says Ginny. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be out in a second.”
While she washes up Bean and tucks her in bed, I go and sit on the living room couch. It’s comfortable and there’s a load of pillows and a quilt. I lean forward and look at the books on the coffee table. Ginny has a few physiology and sports medicine textbooks and there’s a big
