Yes, she was rich, but not snobby. She was smart, nice, and hot. “Or in your language, Mr.T, she’s a looker,” he explained.
“Okay slow down. How about I drive you to her house and then pick you up later? Carol and I are going to dinner downtown, so it’s too far to be dropping us off.”
Trevor seemed to relax a bit, “Yeah, I guess that should work. But when are you going, because I told Bea I would be there soon—like around six.”
“‘Bea’? What’s that short for? Beatrice, Betty? Or maybe beautiful? Huh?” He nudged Trevor with his elbow.
“ Mr.T you can be so cheesy sometimes. Her name is Barbara but she doesn’t like it.”
Tom chuckled, “I see. Well no worries kid. I will get you there by six o’clock sharp. You can always count on me.” And that was the God’s honest truth.
***
The doorbell rang and Lorene shouted, “Bea! I think he’s here!” Bea had been primping in the bathroom for over an hour. It could be another hour if Lorene didn’t get the girl out of there. She tapped on the bathroom door. “ urHu Hurry it up Bea. They’re here.”
Lorene went to the front door and opened it. To her surprise there were three people standing there—a teenage boy and an elderly couple. “Hello! Come in, come in.” She motioned them in and then focused her attention on the young one, “You must be Trevor.”
He was a handsome boy with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. He looked scared silly and just nodded.
The older gentlemen extended his hand to her. “Hello, I’m Tom Tyminski and this is my friend Carol.”
“Well it’s so nice to meet all of you. I’ve got a wonderful dinner planned. Bea will be out any minute. You know how girls can be.” Carol nodded knowingly, while Tom and Trevor looked like they didn’t have a clue.
“Can I get you something to drink? Soda, juice, maybe something stronger, Tom and Carol?”
Trevor finally spoke, “No, they’re not staying. Well, Mr.T has other plans. But he wanted to meet Bea before he took off.”
Just then Bea emerged from the bathroom. She looked especially pretty in a light blue shift dress that matched her eyes. They all made their introductions and then Tom took Bea’s hand and kissed it. “You are just as lovely as Trevor told me you were.” At that, the boy’s face turned crimson.
“I wish we could stay, but we have reservations we don’t want to miss. It was nice to meet you both.” Tom said.
Lorene showed Tom and Carol to the door and then she got dinner on the table. They sat down to a feast of spinach stuffed shells, garden salad and Italian bread dipped in olive oil. Lorene even offered them each a small glass of merlot. She figured these kids could use something to help them relax. Both Trevor and Bea were quiet, and Lorene found herself initiating most of the conversation. Getting those two to say anything was like pulling teeth. She asked polite questions, and got short answers.
Thankfully, as the dinner progressed, everyone began opening up a little more. Lorene learned all about Trevor’s workshop, the ‘Box’ as he called it. She heard about how talented he was from Bea, who wa s overflowing with compliments.
Lorene had to admit, she was very impressed with the boy. How could she not be? Giving away all t hat stuff, and visiting the children at the Haven House. Not many kids today were unselfish like that. It seemed like the youth today just wanted more, actually expected more.
She was a little concerned about his family life though. She had learned he lived with his uncle, and judging from the way the boy spoke about him, Lorene could tell Trevor didn’t care for him much. But there was no mention of his parents, or any other family for that matter. The boy seemed very alone; much like Bea in a way. Maybe Tom was that one
“Okay slow down. How about I drive you to her house and then pick you up later? Carol and I are going to dinner downtown, so it’s too far to be dropping us off.”
Trevor seemed to relax a bit, “Yeah, I guess that should work. But when are you going, because I told Bea I would be there soon—like around six.”
“‘Bea’? What’s that short for? Beatrice, Betty? Or maybe beautiful? Huh?” He nudged Trevor with his elbow.
“ Mr.T you can be so cheesy sometimes. Her name is Barbara but she doesn’t like it.”
Tom chuckled, “I see. Well no worries kid. I will get you there by six o’clock sharp. You can always count on me.” And that was the God’s honest truth.
***
The doorbell rang and Lorene shouted, “Bea! I think he’s here!” Bea had been primping in the bathroom for over an hour. It could be another hour if Lorene didn’t get the girl out of there. She tapped on the bathroom door. “ urHu Hurry it up Bea. They’re here.”
Lorene went to the front door and opened it. To her surprise there were three people standing there—a teenage boy and an elderly couple. “Hello! Come in, come in.” She motioned them in and then focused her attention on the young one, “You must be Trevor.”
He was a handsome boy with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. He looked scared silly and just nodded.
The older gentlemen extended his hand to her. “Hello, I’m Tom Tyminski and this is my friend Carol.”
“Well it’s so nice to meet all of you. I’ve got a wonderful dinner planned. Bea will be out any minute. You know how girls can be.” Carol nodded knowingly, while Tom and Trevor looked like they didn’t have a clue.
“Can I get you something to drink? Soda, juice, maybe something stronger, Tom and Carol?”
Trevor finally spoke, “No, they’re not staying. Well, Mr.T has other plans. But he wanted to meet Bea before he took off.”
Just then Bea emerged from the bathroom. She looked especially pretty in a light blue shift dress that matched her eyes. They all made their introductions and then Tom took Bea’s hand and kissed it. “You are just as lovely as Trevor told me you were.” At that, the boy’s face turned crimson.
“I wish we could stay, but we have reservations we don’t want to miss. It was nice to meet you both.” Tom said.
Lorene showed Tom and Carol to the door and then she got dinner on the table. They sat down to a feast of spinach stuffed shells, garden salad and Italian bread dipped in olive oil. Lorene even offered them each a small glass of merlot. She figured these kids could use something to help them relax. Both Trevor and Bea were quiet, and Lorene found herself initiating most of the conversation. Getting those two to say anything was like pulling teeth. She asked polite questions, and got short answers.
Thankfully, as the dinner progressed, everyone began opening up a little more. Lorene learned all about Trevor’s workshop, the ‘Box’ as he called it. She heard about how talented he was from Bea, who wa s overflowing with compliments.
Lorene had to admit, she was very impressed with the boy. How could she not be? Giving away all t hat stuff, and visiting the children at the Haven House. Not many kids today were unselfish like that. It seemed like the youth today just wanted more, actually expected more.
She was a little concerned about his family life though. She had learned he lived with his uncle, and judging from the way the boy spoke about him, Lorene could tell Trevor didn’t care for him much. But there was no mention of his parents, or any other family for that matter. The boy seemed very alone; much like Bea in a way. Maybe Tom was that one
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