my face with it.
“Which movie was it?” she
asked as she pushed down the lever for the paper towels.
“Um, it was called Lucky Stars,”
I said.
“The kids’ movie?”
she asked. “I saw that with my granddaughter. It had a happy
ending.”
“Yeah, I’m a sucker for a
happy ending. Have a nice day,” I said and rushed out of the
bathroom as fast as I could without running.
I waited outside the theater as the
doors opened and people started pouring out.
A couple walked by me with a pair of
young kids. The man leaned in close and whispered to his wife,
“That’s the woman who was bawling.”
I quickly looked away from the couple,
fixing my gaze on a ‘Space Pup Returns’ poster. The
golden retriever had a tongue lolling out of his mouth as he flew
superman-style through the air.
“Hey Jamie,” a voice said
from beside me.
I turned to see Peter step up beside
me, he smiled but his gaze quickly turned to the Space Pup poster.
“Amy took Sarah to the restroom; she says she’ll meet us
here. So… how’s everything going with you?”
“Fine, just suffering some minor
humiliation for bawling my eyes out at a kids’ movie,” I
said, trying on a smile for him.
He shrugged. “I doubt anyone
noticed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I
appreciate the kind lie, thanks. How’s everything going for
you? How’s life at the firm?”
“Very busy. I’m sure Amy
told you that I’ve made junior partner, so, definitely been
great,” he said.
“Yeah, congratulations. That’s
huge, right?”
“I suppose,” he shrugged,
though there was a hint of a smile on his face. “So, Sarah has
class with Patrick’s daughter? That’s quite a
coincidence.”
“I know,” I said.
“And Amy says Patrick asked you
out?” he asked, his lips fighting what I knew was a smile.
I shot a glare toward the women’s
restroom.
“Kind of. Not really. We’re
sort of becoming friends,” I said.
“That’d be interesting, if
you dated Patrick. I’d love to see how people reacted to that.
It would be like the two opposing sides of Amy’s life coming
together. She’d probably love you to come to the club
sometime,” he said.
“Uh-huh. But Patrick and I are
not dating. And no offense, but I don’t think the country club
is really my scene,” I said.
Peter was definitely smiling now. “No,
I don’t suppose it is.”
“Excuse me, Peter. I think I’m
going to go check on Amy and Sarah, they’ve been gone for a
long time.” I patted his arm as I passed on my way back to the
bathroom.
Just as I reached the restroom, Amy and
Sarah came out. “Hey, I was going to meet you back at the
theater. Didn’t Peter tell you?” Amy asked.
“Yeah, you were taking so long I
decided to check on you.”
“Oh, yeah sorry, there was a long
line,” Amy said as we turned and continued walking toward Peter
and the exits.
“Did you like the movie, angel?”
I asked as I leaned down to kiss Sarah on the head.
“Yes. You cried,” she said.
“Yes, a lot,” I said,
taking her hand.
Amy cleared her throat. “So what
time is this barbeque? I think Peter wants to pick up a host present
on the way.”
“Shoot, I didn’t even think
of something like that. What are you thinking of getting?”
“I’m going to leave that up
to Peter. Patrick’s his friend. Do you know what time the
barbeque is?”
“Um, I think Patrick said the
barbeque would be at five-thirty,” I said.
“Five-thirty? You mean five
minutes ago?” Amy checked her phone, nostrils flaring.
“Calm down. It’s casual.
You know, I think I’ll call Patrick and ask if he wants me to
bring anything. Oh, and I should probably tell him that you’re
coming,” I said.
“Hmm, maybe that’s a good
idea,” Amy snapped.
“That’s me, always full of
great ideas,” I said as I pulled out my phone. “Need a
great idea? I’ll give you seven, one for every day of the—”
“Oh my god Jamie, just call him,”
Amy said.
Day
Two: Five Thirty-five
I
Patrick Robinson, Marcus Luttrell
Addison Wiggin, Kate Incontrera, Dorianne Perrucci