16
Ginny
The summer’s nearly gone. It’s been six weeks since I met Liam. I brush my hand across Bean’s head and drop a kiss on her cheek. It’s early, before sunrise. Bean snuggles in her bed, the big teddy from the county fair, christened Pinky, is in her arms, and she’s sound asleep. I slip through the adjoining door into the kitchen of the house. Enid stands at the stove flipping pancakes.
“She’s still asleep,” I say.
Enid’s shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t say anything. The longer we’ve been seeing Liam, the less she’s said anything, but if anything, her disapproval has gotten stronger.
“I’ll be back by eight.”
She turns and points her spatula at me. “You’re getting too attached.”
I step back from the spatula. “What?”
“All Bean talks about is Liam Stone this, Liam Stone that.
