“I just—get all. Weird. When you’re there. I just. I just—” He covered his face with his hands. “I can’t help but trip and stuff—Mama says my feet are too big or something. I dunno. I really am sorry,” Jeremy repeated, steadily growing pinker. “I didn’t mean to—” he swallowed. “I’m sorry.” And suddenly I understood. Jeremy Collins had a crush. On Bubba. Oh lord.
