jealous?â
ââCause thatâs the way it works.â
I took another quick shot of the whiskey. âAnd thatâs good?â
âIn a way, yes. More buzz.â
The third shot was the one that gave me a buzz. I donât know why I was doing thisâdrinking alone in my room, on the phone to the girl that I wanted to be my girlfriend but who kept reminding me she was not. âSo does that mean, yes, youâll do the date?â I asked.
âOh, hell, why not? Sure.â
I put the bottle back into the desk drawer. âTaylor, what if I said it really was you I wanted? Maybe Iâm falling in love with you. I donât want those other girls.â
âDonât be silly,â she said. âI explained all this to you before.â She didnât take me seriously at all. Iâm not even sure I was taking myself seriously. Maybe it was the whiskey talking. âSo when is this big dinner date, Brando?â
This was the first time she called me by my nickname. âNext Friday,â I said. âYou pick the restaurant and the color of the limo.â
âItâs gonna cost ya. Wonât be cheap.â
âIâm okay with that. Should I warn the bank ahead of time?â
âMaybe. And weâll have to make a reservation. Iâll make the reservation. And Iâll drive. No limo. I like driving you places. See ya.â
âBye.â
I retrieved the bottle and took another slug. I liked what it was doing to my head.
chapter seventeen
My fatherâs car lot had been open for a full week now. He hadnât been home much in the past few weeks. There had been a lot of dinners that were just my mom and me, and leftover meatloaf or spaghetti.
On Saturday, my dad drove my mom and me to his business. We met the two guys he had hired to work there. Kevin and Carew were their names. I wasnât sure I liked either of them. They had that really see-through âI wanna be your best friendâ way about them that Iâd seen before in car salesmen. Heck, Iâd seen my dad put it on a million times. Apparently, itâs what you had to do if you wanted to sell cars.
The asphalt was new and very black and the cars were not old clunkers, but recent models all looking waxed and polished.
My dad was leading us around the lot. He waved at some customers looking at SUV s. When we came to a blue Honda Accord, he produced a set of keys and handed them to my mother. âThis oneâs for you,â he said.
My mom looked stunned.
âItâs got air, satellite radio, GPS . And low mileage. I handpicked it for you.â
My mom accepted the keys. I saw the tears well up in her eyes. Then she hugged my dad and I realized I hadnât seen enough of that recently. He seemed really proud of himself, and I was thinking now that this whole business thing was going to be good for him and good for our family.
âGo ahead, take it for a spin,â my dad said.
She looked thrilled. âYou two come along.â
âNot now,â my dad said. âI want to talk to Brandon and give you a chance to get to know your new car.â
My mom hugged him again and then she hugged me. We were one happy family.
We watched her get in the car, adjust the mirrors, start it up, heard the music from the radio. And then she gingerly drove her new car out into the streets with Kevin and Carew waving to her.
When she was out of sight, my dad asked, âWhat about you, Brandon? Donât you want a car of your own?â
âI donât have a license yet. You know that.â
âBut I donât get it. Why donât you sign up for the driver-ed course and get on with it?â
I didnât quite know how to answer that one. Iâd thought about it plenty. Sure, I could have my own car, get my license, and drive it anywhere I wanted. On the surface it sounded like the obvious thing for a guy like me to do. It had freedom written all
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