crap, and she’s all, ‘I don’t want to see either one of them.’ She’s either crying or bitchy, or both.”
“We parents can certainly screw up our children.”
“You didn’t.” He took another drink, then turned the can around in his hands. “I don’t want to get all Maury Povich or whatever, but I wanted to say that you guys never made me the rope in your personal tug-of-war. I’ve sort of been thinking about that, with all this shit Julie’s going through. You and Mom, you never hung that trip on me. Never made me feel like I had to choose or ripped on each other around me. It sucks when people do. It sucks long.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“I remember, you know, before you guys split. It was rugged all around. But even then, neither of you used me as a hammer on the other. That’s what’s going on with Julie, and it makes me realize I was lucky. So I just wanted to say.”
“That’s a . . . That’s a good thing to hear.”
“Well, now that we’ve had this Hallmark moment, I’m getting another Coke. Pregame show should be coming on.”
“I’m on that.” Mitch picked up the remote. He wondered what stars had shone on him to give him the gift of such a son.
“Hey, man! Salt and vinegar chips!”
Hearing the bag rip, and the knock on the door, Mitch grinned, and rising, took out his wallet to pay for the pizza.
“I DON ’ T GET it, Stella. I just don’t get it.” Hayley paced Stella’s room while the boys splashed away in the adjoining bath.
“The sexy black shoes that will kill my feet, or the more elegant pumps?”
When Stella stood, one of each pair on either foot, Hayley stopped pacing long enough to consider them. “Sexy.”
“I was afraid of that. Well.” Stella took them both off, replaced the rejected pair in her closet. Her outfit for the evening was laid out on the bed, the jewelry she’d already selected was in a tray on the dresser.
Now all she had to do was settle the boys down for the night, get dressed, deal with her hair, her makeup. Check the boys again, check the baby monitors. And . . . Hayley’s pacing and muttering distracted her enough to have her turn.
“What? Why are you so nervous? Do you have a date going on for tonight’s party I don’t know about?”
“No. But it’s dates I’m talking about. Why would Roz tell Mitch to bring a date? Now he probably will, because he’ll think if he doesn’t, he’ll look like a loser. And they’ll both miss a golden opportunity.”
“I missed something.” She hooked on her earrings, studied the results. “How do you know Roz told him to bring a date? How do you find this stuff out?”
“It’s a gift of mine. Anyway, what’s up with her? Here’s this perfectly gorgeous and available man, and she invites him for tonight—points there. But then tells him he can bring somebody. Jeez.”
“She’d have considered it the polite thing to do, I guess.”
“You can’t be polite in the dating wars, for God’s sake.” On a long huff, Hayley plopped down on the foot of the bed, then lifted her legs out to examine her own shoes. “You know, date ’s from the Latin—or maybe it’s Old English. Anyway, it comes from data —and it’s a female part of speech. Female, Stella. We’re supposed to take the controls.”
Since she hadn’t yet started her makeup, Stella was free to press her fingers to her eyes. “How? How do you know that kind of thing? Nobody knows that kind of thing.”
“I was a bookseller for years, remember. I read a lot. I don’t know why I retain the weird stuff. But anyway, it’s a holiday party here—her house. And you know she’ll look amazing. And now he’ll show up with some woman and screw everything up.”
“I don’t actually think there’s anything to screw up at this point.”
Hayley tugged at her hair in frustration. “But there could be. I just know it. You watch, you just watch them tonight and see if you don’t get the vibe.”
“All right, I
“We parents can certainly screw up our children.”
“You didn’t.” He took another drink, then turned the can around in his hands. “I don’t want to get all Maury Povich or whatever, but I wanted to say that you guys never made me the rope in your personal tug-of-war. I’ve sort of been thinking about that, with all this shit Julie’s going through. You and Mom, you never hung that trip on me. Never made me feel like I had to choose or ripped on each other around me. It sucks when people do. It sucks long.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“I remember, you know, before you guys split. It was rugged all around. But even then, neither of you used me as a hammer on the other. That’s what’s going on with Julie, and it makes me realize I was lucky. So I just wanted to say.”
“That’s a . . . That’s a good thing to hear.”
“Well, now that we’ve had this Hallmark moment, I’m getting another Coke. Pregame show should be coming on.”
“I’m on that.” Mitch picked up the remote. He wondered what stars had shone on him to give him the gift of such a son.
“Hey, man! Salt and vinegar chips!”
Hearing the bag rip, and the knock on the door, Mitch grinned, and rising, took out his wallet to pay for the pizza.
“I DON ’ T GET it, Stella. I just don’t get it.” Hayley paced Stella’s room while the boys splashed away in the adjoining bath.
“The sexy black shoes that will kill my feet, or the more elegant pumps?”
When Stella stood, one of each pair on either foot, Hayley stopped pacing long enough to consider them. “Sexy.”
“I was afraid of that. Well.” Stella took them both off, replaced the rejected pair in her closet. Her outfit for the evening was laid out on the bed, the jewelry she’d already selected was in a tray on the dresser.
Now all she had to do was settle the boys down for the night, get dressed, deal with her hair, her makeup. Check the boys again, check the baby monitors. And . . . Hayley’s pacing and muttering distracted her enough to have her turn.
“What? Why are you so nervous? Do you have a date going on for tonight’s party I don’t know about?”
“No. But it’s dates I’m talking about. Why would Roz tell Mitch to bring a date? Now he probably will, because he’ll think if he doesn’t, he’ll look like a loser. And they’ll both miss a golden opportunity.”
“I missed something.” She hooked on her earrings, studied the results. “How do you know Roz told him to bring a date? How do you find this stuff out?”
“It’s a gift of mine. Anyway, what’s up with her? Here’s this perfectly gorgeous and available man, and she invites him for tonight—points there. But then tells him he can bring somebody. Jeez.”
“She’d have considered it the polite thing to do, I guess.”
“You can’t be polite in the dating wars, for God’s sake.” On a long huff, Hayley plopped down on the foot of the bed, then lifted her legs out to examine her own shoes. “You know, date ’s from the Latin—or maybe it’s Old English. Anyway, it comes from data —and it’s a female part of speech. Female, Stella. We’re supposed to take the controls.”
Since she hadn’t yet started her makeup, Stella was free to press her fingers to her eyes. “How? How do you know that kind of thing? Nobody knows that kind of thing.”
“I was a bookseller for years, remember. I read a lot. I don’t know why I retain the weird stuff. But anyway, it’s a holiday party here—her house. And you know she’ll look amazing. And now he’ll show up with some woman and screw everything up.”
“I don’t actually think there’s anything to screw up at this point.”
Hayley tugged at her hair in frustration. “But there could be. I just know it. You watch, you just watch them tonight and see if you don’t get the vibe.”
“All right, I
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