Bloomers Stories

The next Sunday morning, I went through the usual routine of going to Mass and then having lunch with my family. I wished I could call Gina for some encouragement to calm my nerves a bit, but I knew neither of us would have the privacy to talk about what was on our minds. After eating, I told my family that I was going to meet Gina and Jenny, although I didn’t say that they’d be right on the street in front of my building...