Page 73 of Tangled Emotions
You know? If she would trust me
Trust comes with time, brother
Dammit. He’s right.
Edith came over and handed me a Styrofoam cup. “This is about the time you dip out. Here’s a coffee to go.”
“Edie? Are you being nice to me?” I smiled at her, loving how her cheeks turned red.
She shook her head and sighed. “Don’t push your luck, Francis.”
Scratching my beard, I put my phone away and reached for her hand. “I’m looking forward to Friday.”
Her lips pressed together in a line, and I noticed she bit her bottom lip before nodding. “I might be too.”
I lifted her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to it. “Have a good day, Edie.”
“Get the fuck outta here.” She pulled her hand back, chuckling. “You too.”
Laughing, I left the diner and made my way to the school. I couldn’t take two steps without someone wanting a high five or a fist bump.
And I loved it.
My dad used to volunteer with the boy scouts and did all the father/son events.
I wanted that.
Making my way back to my office, I opened the door and flipped on the light, noticing a red envelope on the floor.
It had my name on it printed by a child. Opening it up, I found a heart-shaped invitation for dinner and dancing with avery special lady. There’s an address, a time, and a date.
No other information and I smiled like a fool because I had a pretty good feeling I knew where this invite came from.
Setting it aside, I got ready for my first class. I knew when they arrived from the pounding feet and whoops. Mrs. Forrester stepped into my doorway and shook her head.
“You’re up, Doc.” She laughed. “They are wound for sound today.”
“I hear that.” I laughed and stepped out of my office, blowing my whistle.
All twenty-two kids lined up and became quiet.
“You suck.” She muttered with a laugh as she left.
I can’t help that I got the students trained. They know when I blow the whistle, it’s time to line up and get to work.
First, we do some relays to get warmed up. Then I give them the rack of basketballs and let them have some fun on their own. Some kids gathered and play PIG, others shot hoops, and I saw Matt walking over to me.
“How’s your day, Doc?”
“Just starting. How’s yours?”
“Oh, not too bad.” He smiled up at me. “I was wondering. What do you think are good qualities for a wife?”
Turning my head slowly, I looked down at him, trying to stay serious.
This kid was more persistent than Miss Cora.
“Well, she’d have to be a good cook, like kids, have a good sense of humor.”