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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 162 When a family arrives to play doubles on the other court, Carol and Linda interrupt that game so many times that the girls finally quit, and we all stroll over to the swings. As they walk, they trim the grass with their rackets. I walk my bike. "How'd you like the party the other night, Larry?" Carol asks me. We all sit on the swings and drag our feet. "It was fun. I enjoyed it." "Where'd you disappear to?" "Oh yeah, I had to get home early- But it sure was a nice party." Carol has a way of talking that makes you feel she knows everything already and always will; I get started sweating: did they see me on the gate? I'm scrambling for things to say. "Your mother was smart to keep the sodas in the washer." "My mother can be a pain," Linda says. "But the other night she was okay." "Your dad's nice too." "I never see him." "Oh." The conversation falls dead into its grave. I skim my tennis shoes on the sand, trying to make a real smooth area. Don't ask me why I am doing such a thing. "Did you see any cute girls from Riverside or Northwest at registration today?" ••Not too many," I say- "There were a lot of people though. How'd you like that test?" |
