9 Chapter 9

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It’s raining in the morning as I head out to the thrift store, one of those early June thunderstorms that catches everyone off guard and makes them wish they could remember where they stashed their umbrellas at the end of April. I walk in the door to find both Dave and Katie are working on arranging a display up at the front. I shoot them a little wave and make my way toward the back.

It’s been two weeks to the day that I blew any chance I had with getting to know Mari better. Not that I pretend to know what getting to know her better would entail, but I still can’t believe how badly I had reacted. I always thought of myself as a better person than to let someone’s orientation stand in the way of a friendship.

Though with Mari, perhaps I was hoping for more than friendship. That’s what made it so confusing for me. Oh, how could one kiss all those years ago still be messing up my mind to this day?