How They Met and Other Stories. David Levithan
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Название: How They Met and Other Stories
Автор: David Levithan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
isbn: 9781780314822
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“Yeah,” I said. Then I added, “For the summer.”
“Cool.”
Yes yes yes yes yes.
Arabella had fallen silent.
Please may this not be a part of the History . . .
“So, Justin . . .”
“So, Gabriel . . . ?”
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“You wanna – I dunno – get coffee or something sometime?”
Justin smiled. “Not coffee. But yes.”
“Not Coffee it is, then.”
“Yes, Not Coffee.”
As Arabella emerged from the bathroom, hands freshly washed, Justin ran for a pen, then came back with his number on a napkin. Untrusting of napkins, I entered it into my phone.
“Tomorrowish?” Justin asked.
“Sure,” I said. “Tomorrowish.”
Arabella looked satisfied, but I couldn’t tell whether it was from what she’d just done or what I’d just done.
On the way out, she gave me a hint.
“You’re going to call him, right?” she asked.
And I said, yes, I was going to call him.
When we got to the first block, she took my hand. And for the rest of the afternoon, she rarely let go.
That night, Aunt Celia got a call from Elise. Aunt Celia’s side of the conversation went something like this:
“Hello, Elise. . . . Oh, it was fine. . . . Yes? . . . No! Already? . . . I see. . . . Yes, he’s right here. . . . That’s really amazing, isn’t it? . . . No, I’m sure he won’t. . . . I’ll make sure he does. . . . No, thank you, Elise. Talk later!”
Aunt Celia hung up, then shocked the heavens out of me by saying, “I hear you’re going on a date tomorrow.”
I still hadn’t called Justin – I figured waiting until eight was a good idea, for some arbitrary reason – but I figured that since it was going to happen, I could tell her, yes, I had a date tomorrow.
“You know,” Aunt Celia said, “Elise told me that Arabella was good, but I had no idea she was that good. Three days!”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Oh, you’re the fourth of Arabella’s minders to have been set up by her. It’s remarkable, really. Maybe I should start taking care of her!”
“She didn’t set us up,” I said – but immediately I started to wonder. I mean, I was sure I’d had something to do with it. But maybe not everything. . . .
“You’re not to quit on Elise, do you understand?” Aunt Celia continued. “The last girl, Astrid, did that. And that other girl – the one who ended up in India with her girlfriend. Poor Elise – she loses sitters faster than I lose umbrellas.”
“I won’t leave her,” I promised.
“And you won’t run off to India?”
“Just Starbucks.”
Aunt Celia grimaced. “Starbucks is so crowded, ” she judged. “But you do what you want.” She gestured toward the take-out menus and told me to order what I wanted for dinner. “I won’t be back too late,” she told me. “Nor too early, for that matter.”
I waited until she was gone before I took out my phone . . . and the green H&M wallet. I imagined myself filling it with lucky pennies and love notes and photobooth strips of Justin and me in playful poses.
“You’re such a goofball,” I said to myself.
I discarded the notion of waiting until eight and dialed his number. I already had my first line ready.
“You’ll never believe this,” I’d say. Then I’d tell him the whole story.
Except for the wallet. I wouldn’t tell him about the wallet.
I’d save that for an anniversary.
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