A Wife Worth Waiting For. Arlene James

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СКАЧАТЬ He smoothed his hand over the boy’s nape and waited. Finally Trent looked up.

      “Did you know my dad?”

      Bolton leaned forward on the hard bench, elbows on knees. “No. Why do you ask?” He got that shrug again.

      “I just wondered. I thought maybe if you knew him, then that’s how you’d know what I like and…maybe that’s why I like you so much. I mean, maybe I remembered you from before, only I don’t know it. Kinda stupid, huh?”

      “It’s not stupid at all,” Bolton told him. “Good friends, even if they’re new friends, often feel as if they’ve known each other all their lives.”

      “But what makes it that way?”

      Bolton clasped his hands together. “I’m not sure I know. Maybe it’s what they have in common.”

      Trenton screwed up his face. “What’s that mean?”

      Bolton sighed inwardly. He wasn’t doing a very good job at this. He spread his hands and tried again. “Well, let’s take us for instance. We both like sports, so that’s something we have in common.”

      Trent’s face lit up. “Oh! And hamburgers and fries.”

      “What?”

      “We both like burgers and fries!” he said excitedly.

      Bolton grinned. “Right. That’s something else we have in common.”

      “And chocolate milk shakes!” Trent went on excitedly. “And driving with the top down, and blue! Our favorite color is blue! Oh, and General! Don’t forget General.”

      Bolton laughed from sheer pleasure. “Now how could I forget that scraggly old tomcat? You know what else? There’s that red wagon you’ve got, too.”

      “Yeah! You had one when you were a boy!”

      “I sure did. But it’s even more than all that, Trent. You and I, we think alike, even feel alike in lots of ways.”

      Now the boy seemed genuinely intrigued. “What do you mean?”

      “Well, I’ve noticed a few things about you that remind me of myself when I was your age. For example, you’re a little shy around new people. You don’t always know what to say or do to make them like you. You haven’t learned yet that the thing to do is just to be yourself. I was exactly the same way when I was eight.”

      “You were?” Trent’s eyes were big and round, and his voice was imbued with awe.

      Bolton chuckled. “Yes, I was, and the next time you feel like swallowing your tongue, I want you to remember it.”

      Trent’s mouth was hanging open. “That’s just how it is! You’re so afraid you’re gonna say something dumb, you practically choke!”

      “It gets better,” Bolton promised him, “and the more you just try to be yourself, the quicker it happens. Remember that, okay?”

      The boy nodded solemnly. “I’ll remember.”

      Bolton clapped his shoulder affectionately, then glanced at his watch. “Mmm, time we headed back, I guess.”

      They got up and ambled across the grass toward the car. Bolton noticed wryly that when he hooked his thumbs in his hip pockets, Trent did the same. He wondered if the other people in the park would assume they were father and son. Trent craned his head back to look up at him.

      “Hey, Bolt?”

      “Hmm?” That nickname still made him want to snicker, but he did his best not to let Trent know that.

      “Do you think you would’ve liked my dad?”

      What a question. Would he have liked Wallis Revere’s only son, the son Wallis had been determined to mold into a likeness of himself? He cleared his throat. “I would have if he was anything like you.”

      “That’s what I thought,” Trent said. “Grandpa says I am like him.”

      “Oh?” Somehow Bolton had his doubts, but he kept them to himself.

      “Yeah,” Trent went on, “and you’d have other things in collman.”

      “Common,” Bolton corrected lightly.

      “Common,” Trent repeated. “Like my mom.”

      Bolton stopped and looked down at the boy. “I’m not sure I follow that.”

      Trent narrowed his eyes. “Well, you like her, don’t you?”

      Bolton considered an evasion, then thought better of it. “Yes,” he finally said, “very much.”

      “Well, he liked her, too, didn’t he? I mean, they got married and all.”

      “I see your point,” Bolton muttered, starting the trek toward the car again. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next, and he wasn’t wrong.

      “Do you like her that much?”

      He took it in stride. “Enough to marry her, you mean?”

      “Yes.”

      “I don’t know, Trent. I haven’t had much opportunity to find out. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s avoiding me.”

      “Yeah. Why is she?”

      “I don’t know, pal. Maybe she just doesn’t like me as much as I like her.”

      “Aw, that’s not it,” Trent insisted. “You know what it is? I think you just make her shy.”

      Bolton smiled. “You could be right about that. What do you think I ought to do about it?”

      “I don’t know. Whatever my father did, I guess.”

      Bolton let his hand fall upon the boy’s shoulder. “Now that, my friend, is good advice.”

      They walked on in silence for a few moments, then Trent asked, “Do you say good advice, Bolt?”

      “Sometimes I do.”

      “Well, that’s something else we got in common, huh?”

      Bolton laughed and put his hand in his pocket for his keys. “And that’s not the end of it, I’m sure.”

      Trent nodded, serious as a judge. “That’s what I figure, too.”

      Bolton wanted to hug him, but he didn’t dare. Instead, he unlocked the car door and opened it for him. Trent scrambled in and went to work on the seat belt. He liked to do it for himself even though it was a particularly difficult restraint system, so Bolton resisted the urge to help him. He had the car started before the belt was secured, but at last the buckle clicked into place, and Bolton put the car in gear.

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