Second First Impressions(32)
“Don’t grip too tight, you might tear them off. Relax, I’m not gonna drop you. I got her,” he yells down the path. “Look at me, Caveman Teddy. So … Rose has been giving you a hard time. I’m sorry.” He apologizes very earnestly. “She’s fairly terrifying.”
“You haven’t met Sylvia.” I don’t know their family situation, but I am guessing Rose and Teddy are children from different marriages.
The coldness in her tone when she spoke about Teddy was incomprehensible. He’s so … warm. Figuratively and literally. When he pauses to bob and bounce me up again, my hands slide. I’m technically just holding on. This hill is going to end and I shudder in sorrow.
“Like a sack of taters.” Renata is upside down when Teddy pulls to a halt. I resent her, this flat ground, the nearby car.
“I always thought girls liked being swept off their feet,” Teddy replies to her as he lowers me down. “But this one doesn’t.”
“Oh, they like it, all right,” Renata says knowingly. “Look at those pink cheeks.”
“Sorry about these two,” Aggie says to me, dignified as always. “I really do think they’re a bad influence on each other. Shall we go to lunch? We need to stop along the way to service my addiction.” I think she means she needs to check her lottery tickets.
“Ladies,” Teddy says, the sun glinting off his “Hot Stuff” badge. “Allow me.” He runs to each back door, helping the old ladies in. My door is opened too. “Hey,” he says near my ear before I get in. “You smell so nice. Must be from all that marinating in the bathtub.”
I drop so heavily into my seat that the entire car bounces. The feel of his shoulder is still pressed into my stomach.
“I think that was fun,” Aggie translates. I glance back to her; she’s holding hands with her sister, how adorable. I’m relieved to see her looking quite bright and awake.
“How have your hands been?” I ask her. She shrugs, like, what can you do? In response, Renata picks up the one she’s holding and begins to rub it tenderly.
I have thought this many times during my employment: how nice it must be to live with someone who loves you when you’re old. The thought is chased by a sudden sense of urgency, and I reflexively think of Melanie’s dating plan for me. I really need to make a decision on the rest of my life. No pressure.
During the whole car ride to lunch, we laugh at Teddy. He improvs several different characters:
? Eddie the Livestock Trucker (“Keep it down back there, you rowdy l’il cows!”)
? Tedderick the Nervous Driver (“Oh my hubcaps, oh shivers, oh Lordy.”)
? Prescott Providence the Bodyguard (I think he quotes Kevin Costner, but I’ll have to look it up later.)
“I was born for this,” he declares, tipping his chauffeur hat suavely at a pedestrian at the traffic lights. “I want to thank you for helping me find my life’s purpose.”
(His long thighs in that tweedy gray fabric are my new life’s purpose.)
“Our absolute pleasure,” Aggie tells him. Renata just grins and looks out the window.
Happiness fills the car, and it hits me that leaving Providence wasn’t hard at all; not when I was carried out, kicking and screaming. I’ve known so many Parloni boys, and this is the only one who cared enough to do that. I look over at Teddy’s profile; he’s looking in the rearview mirror, smiling at his bosses with unfakable fondness.
He put me back on the ground a while back now, but I feel like my heart has remained draped over his shoulder. It can’t beat in a normal way now. I hope he doesn’t notice my inconvenient crush. I will pray on my knees tonight that Melanie doesn’t notice it, because I’d be dead meat.
He looks over at me and a record player needle skips in my stomach. “You okay?” I have to laugh and shake my head, because the answer is: probably not.
Teddy stops the Rolls-Royce in front of an intimidating-looking restaurant. It’s in a building smothered in creeping ivy. “We have arrived at our destination, Snobsville,” he declares. Like the good little chauffeur he is, he jumps out swiftly and extracts Aggie first and she hangs on to his arm until she’s safely up the curb.
“Me now,” Renata yells at him. I open my own door and get out. From what I can see of the restaurant, I’m underdressed. Maybe Teddy and I can find a burger around here. “Famished,” Renata adds as she straightens her clothes and runs a veined hand through her hair. “Absolutely parched, too.” Hooking her arm into Aggie’s, they walk straight in, not looking back.
Teddy sheds the waistcoat with the “Hot Stuff” name tag and Frisbees his hat into the passenger seat before handing the car key to the valet. Now he’s standing there in those sexy trousers and a white shirt. As he loops a tie around his neck, he looks like a trendy young professional heading in for an expensive client lunch.
It feels like the light is reflecting off his new gold watch, straight through my chest, blinding my heart. He gives me a playful eye roll when he notices I’m watching. “I went to private school, I know how to do a knot.” The next knot he performs is on his hair.
“Being good-looking really does transition you into any situation.” I shake my head at the unfairness of it. I point through the glass. “Look at Renata making the staff panic. Whatever table they have for her, she won’t want it.”