Take the bull by the horns

I don’t have time to dither about this; more than that, it seems to me that if I’m going to have any hope of getting anywhere with Danni, I need to be completely open and honest. I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong, and I don’t think I’ve done anything that actually hurt her in any way, but I have failed to mention a fairly large and significant part of my life. If I act like I have anything to hide, she’s going to assume it’s bad. She’d almost have to.

I stick one of my cards in my pocket; then I gather my courage, take a firm grip on it, and walk down to Danni’s room. Her door is open, as usual when she’s in. I knock on the doorframe; she looks up, smiles at me, and says, “Hey, Andrew, come on in.” She’s trying to act normal, but her smile’s a little forced, and she’s clearly tense. I walk into the room and close the door behind me; her smile fades a little, and she tenses up a little more. “What’s up?” she asks.

She’s sitting on her bed, so I walk over and sit next to her. I pull out my card and flip it face up. “You’ve figured out this is me, haven’t you?”