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Coming down those stairs all dressed up was a regular occasion for her, smiling down at a guy was a everyday thing. He and Elena were going to have a wonderful evening together. “Listen, I want you to make sure you keep warm—” Aunt Judith was beginning, when Elena, never taking her eyes off his, said, “Hello, Matt.” Her voice was sweet, with just a trace of a southern accent that lingered in your ears. another scent that must just be her natural fragrance, eau de Elena. “I forgot; I blew it all on this purse and some new makeup. “The poor man— weʼll have to give him all we have left for a tip . “Just for the idiots I have to put up with sometimes. She made the right decision, almost too late and by the time large drops of brownish white were falling off the spoon it was safely over a napkin that Matt was holding with his other hand. The, before Matt knew what was happening an object loomed out of nowhere at him and cold steel touched his teeth. It was an elderly couple, perhaps in their sixties. But now he was gut-sure that this couple would say something that would take all the shimmer off the date, like rubbing a butterflyʼs wings with dirty fingers. “And thank you, sir, for noticing it before we got outside and it got all muddy.” “To tell you the truth, Iʼd have mentioned it before,” the old gentleman whispered.
You look like your father when he was young.” Matt could feel himself going an even deeper red. In his own mind, he referred to it as “The Junk Heap.” But there was nothing he could do about it, so he was just hoped Elena wouldnʼt see too much of it in the darkness. “But itʼs easiest if you just ask their permission to take me out. I thought that was really fascinating,” Elena said, and he realized that she was telling the truth, that she was interested. Sometimes, somehow, you feel as if youʼre part of the car and its part of you. He would have thought you had to sit at attention and watch the salad being tossed, but no—Elena clearly had seen enough of such sideshows. It was mostly white but the inner petals were touched with pink and the outer petals with a color that was almost golden.
His car—well, he was sort of hoping Elena wouldnʼt look at his car. It was just a junkyard collection of miscellaneous parts that Matt had somehow managed to attach to the skeleton of his dadʼs wreck and make use of as a vehicle. With a sort of gasping gulp he couldnʼt help, Matt loosened his collar a little as he turned. Nobody jumps Elena—” Caroline: “I think Iʼll go with him instead. “Theyʼre a nuisance,” she said to Matt, nodding at the three girls hanging over the stairs. And behind the stable where its horses were kept, was a stable of thoroughbred horses, racing horse, right? And I guess thatʼs one reason I like to think about them.” “Donʼt apologize. “So speed is a part of it,” Elena said, smiling at him, her cheeks glowing pink in the candlelight. Like when I get to drive a better car than The Junk Heap out there—like a convertible, and I put down the roof, and I drive really fast on a straightaway or around little sudden hilltop curves. There was no reason to do it—it was a stupid impulse—but something inside Matt burst as he saw the girl, who was dressed like a gypsy, turn away. “Iʼd like to get that.” He gently touched one rose that was in almost full bloom.
And yet here it was, in front of him, walking down the staircase. —and the layers foamed and bubbled almost down to Elenaʼs knees. My favorite restaurant is Hot Doggles—yes, the hotdog place back in Fellʼs Church. They each wanted to let the other one have the first bite of chocolate soufflé. Of course, he had a hard time believing the look, so he had to look up frequently. “Weʼve been watching you two young lovebirds,” the man said, in a slightly quavering voice that made Matt readjust his age by maybe ten years up.
And then he was looking at a thin, rather plain woman, who gave him a bright smile and said, “You must be Elenaʼs new date. Matt had heard of something so stunning it knocked your eyes out, but heʼd never imagined that heʼd actually see something like that metaphor in the flesh. The bottom of the dress was layers and layers of some see- through material—chiffon? I know itʼs for kids, but itʼs really exciting to run and run and suddenly feel the wind bite. He loved to look at her when her cheeks flamed and her blue eyes took fire. ” Elena whispered as Matt frantically calculated the tips for waiter and valet. ” he whispered back, and again they broke out into laughter together. Matt could only hope that his own relieved grin was as free of goo. ” Elena said, then, looking him deeply in the eyes. The dessert was wonderful, but more wonderful was the look in Elenaʼs eyes every time Matt looked up.