You could be taken with Ginny at first sight, and you could certainly be hopelessly in love after a dance. She was alive. I’d never met someone as alive as her. Every word she said, every motion of her hands, it was electric. She was a radiant creature. I was happy to bask in her warmth. Happy to be her friend, happy just to long for her if her heart was already taken by Edgar. They were sugary sweet, those October days spent in Ginny’s company.
