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She saw the set of keys in her mind's eye, abandoned on the table, as clearly as if they were right in front of her. Of course, they weren’t.
She knew exactly where they were. This knowledge rear ended her, as joilting and sudden as the real thing where she sat at the stop light. Ginny’s stomach lurched, a burst of adrenaline passing through her. The realization made it feel as if it had dropped out through the soles of her feet and onto the cluttered wheel well of the truck.
Her heart was about to follow when an equally intense burst of hope took over; the brash, bullish kind summoned in the face of impossibility. Maybe? Maybe there was a chance? Perhaps she’d grabbed the keys off the tavern table without knowing it? She began to slap at the mess of papers and discarded items that filled the passenger seat of the rental van.
Ginny tossed manila envelopes and fliers to the floor, eyes darting from the red traffic light to the mess beside her. Every time one of the crumpled energy drink cans clanked, making the light tinkles of keys, her waning hope burned bright again.
But no.
She’d left them at the bar. She knew that as well as she knew that she had, once again, added another layer of difficulty to what was already, and admittedly, yet another one of her deeply avoidable, deeply disappointing mistakes.
Her minds eye whirled to the corner table where she'd sat, one body of water, thirty-five miles and three hours back. She saw herself, already two high-proof lagers in, idly using the largest of the unfamiliar set to work at the edge of the beer bottle label.
Ginny closed her eyes. No doubt about it. Turning into that tavernhad been a stupid decision.
Once again, she’d ignored the steady voice calling up from somewhere within her. Not that it had been any kind of a struggle. Her voice of wisdom had really been no more than a whisper. If she were being honest? It was more like a dying whimper.
And now, the keys to the new house were stuck to a tacky over-laquered table and she was going to have to have yet another long, hard talk with herself.
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