Whatever Words You Want to Hear by Susan Beth Pfeffer

Author:Susan Beth Pfeffer
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497682740
Publisher: Open Road Media

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was Jordon’s idea to go to the park, but I thoroughly approved. The weather was beautiful and we were both in the mood to be some place else. So I picked him up, and we drove to the state park, a few miles out of town.

Because it was a spur of the moment thing, neither one of us had brought anything to do, so first we walked around and then we settled down under a tree and waited for something to happen to us.

“We should have brought a frisbee,” I said, conversationally.

“Sorry,” Jordon said. “It didn’t occur to me, and even if it had, I don’t have one.”

“How about a baseball?” I asked. “Do you have one of those?”

“I never went in for sports,” he said. “Except gymnastics. You do that alone.”

“Too inner-directed for sports,” I said.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” I said. “It’s from a book Marion told me about. All about how people are inner-directed or outer-directed.”

“Which was better?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I think inner, but maybe not. I never read the book.”

“I thought you’d read everything,” he said.

I looked at him, and tried to fathom his mood. There was no reason why he should blame me if he was bored, but that had never stopped Jordon before. I leaned over and kissed him. We were still kissing when the frisbee hit us.

“The sky is falling,” Jordon muttered, as he picked it up.

“Hey, give me that back,” a little boy said. “That’s mine.”

“Sure,” Jordon said. “I’m no frisbee thief.”

The boy looked at him suspiciously. “Give it back,” he repeated.

Jordon tossed it over to him. The frisbee spun in space and landed by the boy’s feet.

“I didn’t say throw it,” the boy said.

“Sorry,” Jordon said.

The boy took his frisbee, walked a few feet away from us, and started tossing the frisbee in the air and catching it. Jordon watched a little, then walked over to the boy.

“Don’t you have anybody to play with?” he asked.

“Naw,” the boy said. “I’m all alone.”

“Care if I join you?” Jordon asked.

“You’d rather kiss,” the boy said.

“I can kiss later,” Jordon said. “Come on, let’s play catch.”

“May I join you?” I asked.

The boy looked at the two of us. “Okay,” he said finally. “You can play. But no kissing.”

“I never kiss when I play,” Jordon said. I giggled.

The boy tossed the frisbee at me. I was caught off guard, since I was sure he’d toss it to Jordon first, but managed to catch it off balance. Jordon applauded.

“That was nothing,” the boy said. “She almost missed it.”

“I didn’t though,” I said. “I think I deserve some credit for that.” The boy scowled, so I threw the frisbee over his head. He ran, but couldn’t catch up with it.

“That’s not fair!” he shouted. “You’re not supposed to throw it that far away.”

“He’s right, Paula,” Jordon said.

“I don’t want to play with her,” the boy said.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I drop out. Come on, Jordon.”

“No,” the boy said. “He’s okay. I want to play with him.

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