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this right now. “I’m not a lesbian,” I say. Ethel looks very skeptical, so I add, “Really.”
“I told you,” Sadie says smugly.
“Oh,” Ethel says. She seems really disappointed. “So why are you still single then?”
“It’s her hips,” Sadie says.
I don’t really want to discuss why I’m single with these women, considering I haven’t entirely figured it out myself. I suspect this is going to get very insulting and possibly end up with my having to take home another tub of pot roast. So I excuse myself, run back to my apartment, and take a nice long bath.
Chapter Eight
As we’re finishing up the last of our Subway sandwiches on Friday, Luke gives me a look like he wants to say something. He hooks his thumb into his tie and loosens it slightly, all the while glancing up at me nervously. Also, he keeps shifting in his wheelchair, which is something he does a lot, but he’s doing it a lot more right now. Somehow I think again of his ramrod-straight posture in college. “Um,” he finally says. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, Ellie.”
I never agree to a favor without knowing what it is, especially from a guy like Luke. “What is it?”
“There’s this thing tomorrow…” He gives me a pained look. “It’s at an art gallery near Newton, a new exhibit opening, whatever. Really boring. Anyway, I said I’d be there. And… I was just thinking… maybe you’d be willing to… go with me?” He quickly amends, “As a work acquaintance.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. I don’t want to go. Yet, I also sort of do. “What about Michelle? Can’t you go with her?”
Luke shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. If I go with Michelle, everyone will be thinking I’m some dirty old man boinking my hot young secretary.”
“So if I go, nobody will think you’re boinking me?”
“Nah, never.”
I’ve never been at a fancy artsy event before. It doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea, but then again, Luke is giving me this desperate look. I’ve had a lot of fun hanging out with him the last two weeks, so maybe we’ll have fun together.
“All right,” I agree.
His eyes light up.
I quickly add, “Platonic, right?”
“Of course,” Luke says, as if I asked a preposterous question.
***
I go out to dinner with Jenna that night, mostly reassure her that her job is safe and the sky isn’t going to come crashing down on her any time soon. We get dinner at a local bar and Jenna bemoans the fact that men never buy her drinks anymore. “I’m getting too old,” she sniffles.
“Oh, stop it,” I say. Jenna is two years younger than me. I don’t get bought drinks either, although I was never really the type of girl that men hit on in bars.
“So,” she says, “how is Luke Thayer in bed?”
“Jenna!” I roll my eyes. “Come on…”
“Well, I don’t mean ‘in bed,’” she corrects herself, grinning. “Because obviously it happens in his office. But you know what I mean.”
“Nothing happens,” I insist. “And nothing’s going to happen. Luke just wants my help with the company.”
“Look, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” Jenna says. “I mean, I know he’s in the wheelchair, but he’s not entirely grotesque. His face is cute, at least. Really cute.”
“Jenna,” I groan.
“How does that work anyway?” she asks. “Do you guys do it in his chair?”
“No!” I cry. “We don’t do it anywhere! I repeat, I’m not having sex with him. Come on, you know me.”
Jenna blinks. “Okay, fine.” She runs a hand through her hair. Jenna has red hair that she completely hates, but I think is very pretty. “So what are you up to tomorrow? Do you want to catch a movie?”
“I can’t,” I mumble. “I’m going to this… art… thing.”
Jenna’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, are you going to the opening of the new exhibit in Newton?”
How the hell does she know about these things? “Um, yeah.”
“Who are you going with?” Her eyes
“I told you,” Sadie says smugly.
“Oh,” Ethel says. She seems really disappointed. “So why are you still single then?”
“It’s her hips,” Sadie says.
I don’t really want to discuss why I’m single with these women, considering I haven’t entirely figured it out myself. I suspect this is going to get very insulting and possibly end up with my having to take home another tub of pot roast. So I excuse myself, run back to my apartment, and take a nice long bath.
Chapter Eight
As we’re finishing up the last of our Subway sandwiches on Friday, Luke gives me a look like he wants to say something. He hooks his thumb into his tie and loosens it slightly, all the while glancing up at me nervously. Also, he keeps shifting in his wheelchair, which is something he does a lot, but he’s doing it a lot more right now. Somehow I think again of his ramrod-straight posture in college. “Um,” he finally says. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, Ellie.”
I never agree to a favor without knowing what it is, especially from a guy like Luke. “What is it?”
“There’s this thing tomorrow…” He gives me a pained look. “It’s at an art gallery near Newton, a new exhibit opening, whatever. Really boring. Anyway, I said I’d be there. And… I was just thinking… maybe you’d be willing to… go with me?” He quickly amends, “As a work acquaintance.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip. I don’t want to go. Yet, I also sort of do. “What about Michelle? Can’t you go with her?”
Luke shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. If I go with Michelle, everyone will be thinking I’m some dirty old man boinking my hot young secretary.”
“So if I go, nobody will think you’re boinking me?”
“Nah, never.”
I’ve never been at a fancy artsy event before. It doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea, but then again, Luke is giving me this desperate look. I’ve had a lot of fun hanging out with him the last two weeks, so maybe we’ll have fun together.
“All right,” I agree.
His eyes light up.
I quickly add, “Platonic, right?”
“Of course,” Luke says, as if I asked a preposterous question.
***
I go out to dinner with Jenna that night, mostly reassure her that her job is safe and the sky isn’t going to come crashing down on her any time soon. We get dinner at a local bar and Jenna bemoans the fact that men never buy her drinks anymore. “I’m getting too old,” she sniffles.
“Oh, stop it,” I say. Jenna is two years younger than me. I don’t get bought drinks either, although I was never really the type of girl that men hit on in bars.
“So,” she says, “how is Luke Thayer in bed?”
“Jenna!” I roll my eyes. “Come on…”
“Well, I don’t mean ‘in bed,’” she corrects herself, grinning. “Because obviously it happens in his office. But you know what I mean.”
“Nothing happens,” I insist. “And nothing’s going to happen. Luke just wants my help with the company.”
“Look, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” Jenna says. “I mean, I know he’s in the wheelchair, but he’s not entirely grotesque. His face is cute, at least. Really cute.”
“Jenna,” I groan.
“How does that work anyway?” she asks. “Do you guys do it in his chair?”
“No!” I cry. “We don’t do it anywhere! I repeat, I’m not having sex with him. Come on, you know me.”
Jenna blinks. “Okay, fine.” She runs a hand through her hair. Jenna has red hair that she completely hates, but I think is very pretty. “So what are you up to tomorrow? Do you want to catch a movie?”
“I can’t,” I mumble. “I’m going to this… art… thing.”
Jenna’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, are you going to the opening of the new exhibit in Newton?”
How the hell does she know about these things? “Um, yeah.”
“Who are you going with?” Her eyes
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