15 Drooling Cats vs. Teddy Bears
The next evening I find myself at the airport in Athens, a plane ticket and my passport clutched in my hand. When I reach the end of the jet bridge, my feet turn to clay. A cheerful flight attendant beckons me forward, but I can’t budge. Thoughts of my father dying in a fiery plane crash overwhelm me. My pulse rate doubles, my breathing is shallow. I feel my backpack slip out of my hand. It hits the floor with a thud, startling me.
You can do it, I tell myself.
No, I can’t.
Yes, you can.
No, I can’t.
Ginny, knock it off. You can do it.
You’re not the boss of me!
Hysterical laughter bubbles up inside me. This ridiculous back and forth I’m having with myself reminds me of all the disagreements Preston and I have.
Not have. It’s had. Past tense. I d
