RICH RUSSELL
~~
Forty-six hours…
It had been forty-six hours of waiting for her call. Forty-six hours of staying close to my cell phone. Forty-six hours since I got a message from the flower store I contacted and was informed that the flowers had been delivered to Ginger’s office with the note asked them to add.
I sent the words to the store and they were to pass my message across to Redhead–no, Ginger. Heck! I can’t even get used to calling her Ginger. I don’t even know why I’m doing all of this. Why? To be friends with her? Or so our kids could be friends and ease my son’s boredom?
Argh!
Maybe I wouldn’t be waiting for her call if I didn’t ask the store to write my contact details on the note. Why has she not called me? Did I say something wrong in the note or does this mean my apo
