by Lois Lavrisa
My legs felt like they were stuck in cement. The van sat a few feet from me. What do I do, knock?
Just then, the van door opened. Gabrielle climbed out. She saw me, and her face turned white. Her hands clenched. “What are you doing here, Tim?”
“Your dad, I mean I saw you by the hotel…” the words jumbled as they came out.
“Leave…Now.” She was shaking.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“How do you know I wouldn’t understand? You didn’t even give me a chance. And all along I thought you were too good for me.”
“Oh so now you’re too good for me, a homeless girl?”
“No, I didn’t say that. I said, with all the stories you told me, I assumed you were embarrassed of me.”
“So, now you’re embarrassed of me?” She was waving her hands around.
“No, that’s not what I said.” I put my hand up, as if to say hold on.
“But it’s what you meant.”
“No, you’re wrong.”
“Get out of here. Whatever we had is over.” She flailed her arms as if shooing away an annoying fly.
“Obviously, whatever we had was based on lies.” I felt a lump in my throat. My hands trembled.
“Get the hell out of here,” Gabrielle screamed and her face turned red. “Go. I never want to see you again.” She climbed in the van and slammed the door.
I ran.
I didn’t stop to catch my breath until I reached the Marshal House.
Why didn’t she trust me? Why did she lie to me? I liked her for who she was, not because of what she had or didn’t have.
“Excuse me,” a lady said as she bumped into me.
It took me a second to register that it was the red-haired lady with the big bag I’d been looking for. “Hey, Miss. Miss.” I caught up to her as she walked into the hotel lobby.
“Yes sir, can I help you?” She asked.
“Remember me, I’m Tim from Leonardo’s Ice cream shop,” I said. “The ice cream guy.”
She clutched her big bag and held it tight against her. “Yes, that’s right. I met you last night.”
“Can I please ask you something?”
“Okay.”
“Do you remember when I left you alone for a few minutes? Well, it’s just that I was wondering if anyone had come into the store while you were there.”
“No. Why?”
“Something was taken, and I’m in big trouble.”
She tightened her mouth and bit her bottom lip. She let out a sigh. “Come over here for a minute.”
I followed her to a quiet corner of the lobby.
She reached into her big handbag and pulled out the missing shadowbox. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
Chapter Four
Mr. Leonardo and the lady sat near one of the tables in the ice cream shop. The shadowbox had been returned to its original spot. The lady told us that one of the three original owners of Leonardo’s was her great grandfather. When she saw the picture inside the shadowbox, she felt compelled to borrow it so she could make a copy. She said she was so emotional seeing her great grandfather in the picture that she said she couldn’t think straight.
Turns out that Stanley was more than forgiving. He offered to make her copies of any other pictures of her great grandfather that he had. He was so relieved to have the original autographed script back, that he decided not to press charges.
After the lady left, Stanley said, “You know there is still the reward.”
“Don’t worry about it. I should never have left the store. I don’t deserve any reward.” I continued sweeping as he talked to me.
“No. You deserve it. My word is my word. I got everything back intact. And I have you to thank for it.”
“It was also my fault it was stolen.”
“No matter.” He pressed five one hundred dollar bills in my hand.
“I can’t take it.”
“I insist. Don’t you want to go to prom?”
“Yes, but there are people who need this more than I need to go to prom. Would you please give this to Ed and Gabrielle?”
“Who are Ed and Gabrielle?”
I explained their situation to Mr. Leonardo. I told him that I could not take the money to Gabrielle because she was mad at me. I grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled directions to their blue conversion van on a piece of paper. “Please give them all of the reward money, okay?”
“Sure son,” Stanley patted my back. “You’re a good kid.”
Chapter Five
Saturday night.
Paper cap: check. White apron: double check. Stuck at work while everyone else is at senior prom: triple check.
While I waited on customers, I glanced out the store window. Limos drove up and down Broughton Street. The Thai restaurant next door had a steady stream of guys in tuxes and girls in long dresses entering their door.
The dance would start in an hour. Pretty soon, I wouldn’t have to see any more of my classmates doing something I wanted to do. They would all be tucked away at the dance.
A group of girl scouts dressed in green shirts and their trademark hats walked in. I began taking their order.
As I served the last girl scout, Mr. Leonardo entered.
“Good evening,” I said to him. “Welcome to Leonardo’s. Established in 1919.”
He smiled. “Good greeting, rule number 2.”
I gave him a thumb up.
“By the way, you’ve got the night off.” Mr. Leonardo grinned.
I dipped a scoop in the ice cream and filled a cup. “No sir, I’m sure I’m on the schedule. Remember, after the picture thing? I couldn’t afford to go to prom, so I signed up to work.”
“Well.” Stanley put on an apron and grabbed a paper cap. He snatched a crayon and wrote his name on it, and put the hat on. Then he took the scoop out of my hand. “You’re off now. I’m training someone new tonight.”
“Oh.” I just got fired. My face probably looked like it had slid off my skull.
“You’re not fired. You just have the night off.” He smiled.
“Really, I don’t mind working. I have nothing else to do.”
Just then, the bells clanged on the door. Ed and Gabrielle walked in. Gabrielle was dressed in a long ruby red dress, her hair up in a bun. She looked gorgeous.
“Hi, Timmy,” she said.
“Hey.” Obviously, she was wearing a prom dress and not going with me. Did she come here to gloat? “You’re all dressed up. Are you going to prom?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” My heart sank.
“I’m so sorry about the other day. I’m sorry about lying, about everything.” She reached over the display case and touched my face.
“Me too. I was a jerk. I just thought you didn’t trust me.” Seeing her again made chills run up and down my spine like an electric current. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I was embarrassed.”
“You don’t have to be. I mean, there are a lot of people in your shoes.”
“Size seven and a half red stilettos?” She smiled.
“Except me. I have brown loafers.” I grinned at her.
“We’ll have to fix that.”
“My shoes?”
“Yeah I think you need shiny black patent leather shoes, size eleven right?”
“Huh?”
“Come over here.”
She grabbed me, and we embraced in a long hug. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss.
All the while Stanley was behind the counter serving a customer. Ed walked over to Stanley and shook his hand. Stanley handed Ed an apron and a paper hat.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“When Mr. Leonardo came over to give us your reward money, my dad and he talked. Dad has a job, plus we’ll get to live in the two bedroom apartment above the store.”
“Wow. That’s great.”
A white limo pulled up right outside of Leona
rdo’s.
“Timmy, will you go to prom with me?” Gabriele asked as she squeezed my hand.
My mom and dad got out of the limo. My dad was holding a garment bag. My mom carried a boutonniere in a clear container.
“What’s going on?” I felt confused.
“This is all for you, for us.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
“No lies. It’s all true. We’re going to prom. That is, if you’ll go with me.”
For a moment or two I couldn’t speak then I said, “Of course.”
My mom and dad grinned from ear to ear.
“We’re proud of you, son. You did the right thing. You helped a family in need. Stanley called us and told us everything.” My dad handed me the garment bag and a pair of shiny black shoes. “You earned this.”
My mom gave Gabrielle the flower.
Ed and Stanley stopped working long enough to give me a thumbs up.
Gabrielle grabbed my hand, “Are you ready?”
“I was born ready.”
“Then you should take this off,” she pulled the paper hat from my head. She grabbed a crayon and wrote, “Cute boyfriend” on it. “Now it’s perfect.”
I took another paper hat and wrote ‘Hot chick’ on it, and then gave it to her.
We laughed as we made our way to the limo while my parents, Ed and Stanley looked on.
Oddly, our paper hats were the envy of every person at prom. Sometimes, the worst things turn out to be the best.
THE END
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Five Fun Facts about Lois Lavrisa
1. She was a professional NBA cheerleader for the Chicago Bulls (1985/1986 season)
2. Being organized gives her the illusion of having control (yeah right, with four kids)
3. Secretly, she wants to be a beach bum. Okay now it’s not a secret.
4. If someone hired her to travel the world and write about it -she would pack in today.
5. She gave birth to her first two children in Sweden with a midwife -sans epidurals. Birthed the last two in the USA -blissfully numb with pain meds.
Lois Lavrisa is an Amazon Kindle bestselling author who writes mysteries with a twist. When not writing, she juggles her packed schedule, as well as that of her four children, while desperately trying to squeeze in a date night with her husband. Lois daydreams of peace and quiet by the beach armed only with a glass of Riesling and a great book.
