Part 14

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by the-write-stuff

by the-write-stuff

She had to think of a way to apologize. To show everyone she liked him. Most importantly to show him.

Her dad came into her room: "You alright love?".

He could tell something was up with her. She had seemed upset since she had gotten home from school.

"Kinda" replied Erin.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. Sorry"

"No bother. You know where to find me if you change your mind"

"Hiding in the attic from mammy?"

"No cleaning out the attic...You can help me if you want. It might take your mind off it"

She followed him up the ladder. He helped her into the attic.

Erin had a look through the heaps of stuff. Some family keepsakes, some junk and some items from her childhood. Some of it distracted her for a minute but her mind soon wandered back to James.

She wondered where he was and what he was up to. If he was with Charlene. Watching Doctor Who.

Ring!

Gerry stepped forward with a guitar and placed it around Erin's neck. She gave it a strum. It was out of tune but sounded ok.

"Where did this come from?" asked Erin.

"That's mine! From before you were born. I used to play to your mother when we were courting"

"Courting?" Erin laughed.

"Going out. Dating like. I used to play that trying to impress her. I'd write her little songs" replied Gerry.

"Did she like them? Were they any good?"

"Well, she married me, didn't she?"

An idea formed in Erin's head. She picked up the guitar: "How long does it take you learn how to play the guitar da?"