Mom and Dad stood next to each other, lost in conversation. At that moment, they seemed
happy, normal. Mom’s blonde hair blew across
her shoulders and wrapped itself in his salt and
pepper beard. I couldn’t
have sketched a better day to hit the road.It was perfect until Evan Gauthier pulled into the driveway in his shiny red Beamer. For the life
of me, I couldn’t remember why I’d agreed
to go out with him. It was obvious he was moresuited for Lindsey with his
tailored clothing and shiny jewelry, but for some reason I couldn’t
seem to ditch him.
He stepped from his car grinning, as though we’d all won the
grand prize in some insane contest
when he’d graced us with his
presence. No one spoke to him, no one except Lindsey.She twisted a strand of her brown locks between her fingers and
gushed, “Hey Evan.”
I thought I might vomit, but instead, I focused on his pressed khaki chinos and spotless whitebutton-down. How annoying could one person be? He was polished down to his teeth which, bythe way, were white because he bleached them every morning and never drank coffee orsmoked cigarettes.
“Hey, Darb.” He touched my hip, and I spun around, stumbling to
the front of the truck to get outof his reach.
“Yeah, hey,” I mumbled, looking to my dad for rescue.
“Nice watch,” Dad said, as he glanced from under the hood at
Evan with one eyebrow raised inamusement.
“Shiny.” I shook my head feigning excitement.