Greg
I'm standing at her door, flowers in hand, a bottle of wine I hope we can share. Although standing here in sweats and a t-shirt, I feel underdressed.
I imagine Dani in her pajamas by now. I hope she's not too down about how she's been treated lately.
I'm a little annoyed that she didn't clue me in on what's been happening. I would have come home to her. I would have set everyone straight.
I'm angry that no one gave her the chance to tell them who was in that room with her. I know what my friends are like; I know how easy it is to get lost and want to give up when they're going on and on at you.
Oh, you can try to put your point across, but you won't get a word in. You'd have to yell at the top of your lungs and shake them to make them listen. I doubt very much Dani wanted to yell
