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“If you don’t get in the shower now, the family will do without macaroni salad and brownies.”
I pushed against his hands. “Maybe we can be a little late.”
His hands tensed but he kept me away. “I’m not talkin’ late, I’m talkin’ no show.”
I stared at him.
“Indy, get in the shower,” he ordered.
I got in the shower.
* * *
I was sittingin my dad’s back yard with Kitty Sue.
It was my back yard too, since I grew up there, but I’d been away from home long enough for Dad to have reclaimed it. That was, he had enough time with me out of the house and not worrying him every second of the day that he was able to make the yard look nice, rather than just something he mowed every two weeks in the summer.
Dad’s house was in Bonnie Brae, about eight blocks from Kitty Sue and Malcolm’s. When I was really young, it seemed it took forever to get to Ally. As I grew older, that distance lessened until one or the other of us walked it several times a day.
“How’s it going?” Kitty Sue asked, her eyes on me and her mind on Lee and me.
Lee and I had made it to Dad’s fifteen minutes before everyone else was due. This was fifteen minutes after I promised Dad I’d be there. Dad blamed Lee even though I told him it was my fault for falling asleep in the sun.
I’d caught a second to talk to Lee when Dad put the hamburgers on the grill.
“Don’t take it personally. He never liked any of the guys I brought home.”
Even though this was true, it was not what Lee wanted to hear. After I said it, his eyes cut to me and I realized my mistake at bringing up the subject of the other guys I brought home.
Then, trying to smooth things over for myself, I made matters worse.
“Even if I’d chosen Hank, Dad would find something to be crotchety about. That’s his job, he’s a dad.”
When Lee had cut his eyes to me, he hadn’t moved his body. After I said my last, he turned full body to me and cut me off from view of everyone else.
“Was Hank an option?” he asked.
Uh-oh.
“I’m just saying,” I responded.
“You’re just saying…what? Exactly.”
“I’m trying to make you feel better.”
“I wasn’t feeling badly. I know your father has an issue with you and me. He’ll come around. I don’t need thoughts of you and Hank in my head. Jesus, Indy.”
Hank walked up. “You should know you have an audience.”
I peeked around Lee and saw everyone quickly turning their heads away.
Great.
Hank threw his arm casually around my shoulders like he’d done a million times before. Except this time Lee’s eyes narrowed.At me.
“I need a beer,” I said kind of desperately, and I left.
By the time I settled in beside Kitty Sue, I was into my third Fat Tire beer and had eaten a burger, a goodly amount of macaroni salad and Kitty Sue’s oriental slaw. I’d worn a pair of cutoffs made from a pair of old army-green pants and a black tank top with a thin design of red roses laced with gray and white barbed wire that snaked up my waist, across my torso, over my shoulder and down my back. It was too hot for cowboy boots, and anyway, boots looked ridiculous with shorts (and I’d tried that look on numerous occasions), so I’d worn a pair of black thick-soled flip-flops. My cutoffs were already feeling tight at the waistband and I hadn’t even had brownies or pecan pie yet.
