Little Children by Tom Perrotta

Little Children by Tom Perrotta

Author:Tom Perrotta [Perrotta, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780749014810
Google: JzOKAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B008AU8I2E
Publisher: Allison & Busby
Published: 2006-03-14T16:00:00+00:00


Dream Date

RONNIE WAS BEING A LOT MORE COOPERATIVE THAN MAY EXPECTED. He was ready at six-thirty, shaved and showered, looking quite presentable in the beige Dockers and jungle-print polo shirt she and Bertha had picked out for him at Marshall’s. His hair was combed, and his shoes were polished. If not for his eyeglasses, which were thick and ugly and sat crookedly on his nose—May had been bugging him for years to get contacts—he would have seemed completely normal.

“You look handsome,” she told him. “She won’t be disappointed.”

“Wait’ll she hears about my criminal record,” said Ronnie, mimicking May’s bubbly tone. “That’ll really seal the deal.”

“I don’t think you need to get into that just yet. Why don’t you stick to the small talk?”

“Right. I can tell her why I don’t have a job and why my face is plastered all over town.”

“Just keep it light, honey. Chat about the weather, the foods you like to eat, your favorite TV shows. If you hit it off and start going steady, then maybe you can get into…you know, the other stuff.”

“I’ll do my best.” Ronnie clapped his hands and rubbed them together like he was eager to get down to business. “I’ll work the old McGorvey charm on her. It hasn’t let me down yet.”

May let that one pass. She couldn’t blame him for being nervous; she was nervous herself. As far as she knew, this was the first time Ronnie had ever gone on an actual date. It reminded her of the excitement that used to brighten up the house back when Carol started having boyfriends, the burst of activity when one of them came over for dinner, the heart-in-your-mouth feeling of prom night, when your little girl suddenly transformed herself into a princess. Ronnie had never had any of that. He was always hiding in his room with the door locked, doing God-knew-what.

“She’s late,” he said, squinting at the digital clock on the VCR. “Maybe she chickened out.”

“Be patient,” May told him. “She probably just hit some traffic.”



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