each other so well. Last night, Mickey pitches you. Today, you do a commercial for him.â
âYeah, well, let me warn you that Mickey tends to color things a bit.â
Mickey piped up: âIâll have you know I was a Boy Scout. And we never lie.â He stood up straight, raised his right hand with two fingers extended, looked at it, and then added one more.
âHe colors things, huh? By how much?â
âThink housepainter.â
She laughed, and he realized he liked making her laugh.
âSo, how is Joe the Despondent Spelling Bee Champ today?â She pointed to the mug. âWorking on another missed win?â
âI guess spelling bee fame is not as fleeting as I once thought.â
âHey, everybodyâs entitled to their fifteen minutes.â
âThatâs funny. Mickey just said the same thing. And he doesnât even know Iâm a frustrated spelling bee runner-up.â
âI think sheâs got the gift, Joe.â Mickey said. âYou know, can sense things like one of them psychics.â
âNo, Iâm just an Andy Warhol fan,â she said.
Mickey leaned in conspiratorially. âWell, Iâve been told I got the gift. And right now Iâm sensing I need to order you two a couple of my one-of-a-kind, incredibly delicious roast beef Combos, some red wine, soft music, and put you in that quiet corner over there.â He pointed to a small alcove.
Joe said nothing.
Gillian laughed. âIâll have to take a rain check. My sister is picking me up.â
âDid I say my one-of-a-kind, incredibly delicious, never refused roast beef Combo?â
âI would love to, but I really do have to go.â
Mickey was a war hero. No surrender. âIâll tell you what. Tomorrow, you two be here at five thirty and Iâll make my wifeâs secret recipe for penne alla vodka.â He put his fingers together, kissed themâ smack âand flicked his wrist. â Bellissimo. â
âMick, for an Irishman, your Italian sucks,â Joe said.
âHey.â Mickey waved his hands around and spoke in a thick Italian-immigrant voice. âI look Irish, but I cook Italian.â
Joe and Gillian both laughed.
âI donât know,â Gillian said.
âLet me tell you. This recipeâll knock your socks off.â¦â Mickey leaned over the counter and looked at her feet. âI mean knock your pumps off.â
âWell, if youâre promising to knock my pumps off, Mickey.â She gave him a mischievous grin. âHow can a girl refuse?â
Mickey placed both hands over his heart. âYouâre making an old man very happy, missy.â Then he pointed to Joe. âYou keep quiet. I donât want you blowing this.â
âYouâre right,â Joe said. âHe is a good PR man.â
âTold you.â Gillian picked up her book and purse. âIâm sure my sisterâs outside by now. I guess Iâll see you both tomorrow. Toodles.â She spun around and walked away. Joe thought heâd seen some redness in her cheeks. A blush? Excitement? He liked toodles. He liked a lot of things about her.
Joe turned back to Mickey. âMaybe I should take you along on my job interviews.â
âMan, drop the funk. You need to wake up, smell the coffee, and mingle with some babes. I look at you and I feel like a teenager.â
Joe was getting tired of hearing the same thing from everybody.
âWhatâs getting old is that speech.â
âDo yourself a favor. Reach for the life preserver, or else youâre going to drown in your own self-pity.â
Mickey limped off to check on the pencil chewer. Good riddance.
Joe took a sip from his mug, forgetting the battle that had waged in him only minutes earlier. He should be happy. Dinner with a beautiful woman. Whatâs not to like? But it wasnât about not liking it. He was afraid. He hadnât been on a
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