Limos, Lattes and My Life on the Fringe by Nancy N. Rue

Author:Nancy N. Rue [Rue, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-310-57837-6
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2011-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Patrick arrived exactly one hour from the time I hung up the phone. He and my father pulled into the driveway at the same time. In true Dad fashion, my father introduced himself, shook Patrick’s hand, and had a good start on Patrick’s life story by the time they got to the front door.

“What do you two have planned today?” he said.

“We’re working on a project,” Patrick said.

“And we thought we’d do it down at Scarnato’s Cafe, if that’s okay.” I widened my eyes at Patrick. Though he looked a little puzzled, he nodded.

“That’ll work,” Dad said. “You have money, Ty?”

“I’m covered,” I said.

We were in Patrick’s Jeep before he said, “What was that about?”

“He always asks me if I have money when I go out someplace. He wants me to be independent, take care of myself.”

Patrick grinned. “Like he ever has to worry about that. I was talking about the going-to-the-coffee-shop thing. I mean, it’s fine — it’s great. I just thought you said we were working here.”

“We were. But then I thought it would be better …” I sighed. “Okay, I haven’t told him yet what I’m doing, and my mother already interrogated me about it this morning, so —”

“Gotcha,” Patrick said. “At least your parents give a rip what you do.”

“Yours don’t?”

“They do. When they’re home.”

I just nodded. This was actually a surprise. He seemed like a kid who came from a soccer family that went skiing together every Christmas, that kind of thing. Interesting.

It didn’t occur to me until we were staring at the menu board at Scarnato’s that I had no idea what to order at a coffee shop. Hot chocolate suddenly seemed unsophisticated, which led me to wonder why I cared whether I looked sophisticated to Patrick — so when the guy behind the counter looked at me, all I could say was, “I’ll have what he’s having.” Now that was sophistication at its highest.

I didn’t have time to decide whether I actually liked it, because we got right to work on the Prom Plan. I went over the questions Valleri and I had come up with, as well as the ideas from other schools that we’d already tossed out. I shook my head at the list, but Patrick was, of course, grinning.

“What?” I said.

“You already did all the hard stuff. No, wait. How would you say it?” He pulled his grin into a face I wouldn’t have mistaken for serious in a pitch-black room. “The difficult tasks have been completed at this juncture.” The grin reappeared. “How was that?”

“Very impressive,” I said dryly. “Do I really sound like that?”

“Nah. It sounds cool when you do it.”

My face felt warm. I turned abruptly to the list. “So you’re saying figuring out what to do next is the easy part?”

“Piece of quiche. Okay, take the tuxedo rental thing. My dad rents a tux, like, twice a month — I don’t know why he doesn’t just buy his own — but the guy he does business with? He’d give discounts in a heartbeat if I asked him.

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