‘Don’t be stupid.’
When she didn’t take the present, he took her hand and pressed the box into it.
‘I tried to think of something that nobody would notice but you,’ he said, pushing his bangs off his face. ‘That you wouldn’t have to explain to your mom … Like, I was going to buy you a really nice pen, but then …’
He was watching her open it, which made her nervous. She accidentally tore the wrapping paper. He took the paper from her, and she opened a small gray box.
There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy.
‘I’ll understand if you can’t take it,’ Park said.
She shouldn’t take it, but she wanted it.
Park
Dumb. He should have gotten the pen. Jewelry was so public … and personal, which is why he’d bought it. He couldn’t buy Eleanor a pen. Or a bookmark. He didn’t have bookmark-like feelings for her.
Park had used most of his car stereo money to buy the necklace. He’d found it at the jewelry store in the mall where people try on engagement rings.
‘I kept the receipt,’ he said.
‘No,’ Eleanor said, looking up at him. She looked anxious, but he wasn’t sure what kind.
‘No. It’s beautiful,’ she said, ‘thank you.’
‘Will you wear it?’ he asked.
She nodded.
He ran his hand through his hair and held onto the back of his neck, trying to rein himself in. ‘Now?’
Eleanor looked at him for a second, then nodded again. He took the necklace out of the box and carefully fastened it around her neck. Just like he’d imagined himself doing when he bought it. That might even be why he bought it – so he’d have this moment, with his hands warm on the back of her neck, under her hair. He ran his fingertips along the chain and settled the pendant on her throat.
She shivered.
Park wanted to pull on the chain, to pull it in-to his chest and anchor her there.
He pulled his hands away self-consciously and leaned back against the doorjamb.
Eleanor
They were sitting in the kitchen, playing cards.
Speed. She’d taught Park how to play, and she could always beat him for the first few rounds.
But after that, she’d get sloppy. (Maisie always started winning after a few rounds, too.)
Playing cards in Park’s kitchen, even if his mom was in there, was better than just sitting in the living room, thinking about all the things they’d be doing if they were alone.
His mom asked how her Christmas was, and Eleanor said it was nice. ‘What do you have for holiday dinner?’ his mom asked. ‘Turkey or ham?’
‘Turkey,’ Eleanor said, ‘with dill potatoes …
My mom’s Danish.’
Park stopped playing to look at her. She popped her eyes at him. ‘What, I’m Danish, shut up,’ she would have said if his mom hadn’t been there.
‘That’s where you get beautiful red hair,’ his mom said knowingly.
Park smiled at Eleanor. She rolled her eyes.
When his mom left to run something over to his grandparents, Park kicked her under the table.
He wasn’t wearing shoes.
‘I didn’t know you were Danish,’ he said.
‘Is this the kind of scintillating conversation we’re going to have now that we don’t have any secrets?’
‘Yes. Is your mom Danish?’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘What’s your dad?’
‘An ass.’
He frowned.
‘What? You wanted honest and intimate.
That’s way more honest than “Scottish.”’
‘Scottish,’ Park said, and smiled.
Eleanor had been thinking about this new ar-rangement he wanted. This being totally open and honest with each other. She didn’t think she could start telling Park the whole, ugly truth overnight.
What if he was wrong? What if he couldn’t handle it?
What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?
When he asked about her Christmas, Eleanor told him about her mom’s cookies and the movies, and how Mouse thought The Grinch was about ‘all the Hoots down in Hootville.’
She half expected him to say, ‘Yeah, but now tell me all the terrible parts …’ Instead he laughed.
‘Do you think your mom would be okay with me,’ he asked, ‘you know, if it wasn’t for your stepdad?’
‘I don’t know …’ Eleanor said. She realized that she was holding on to the silver pansy.
Eleanor spent the rest of Christmas vacation at Park’s house. His mom didn’t seem to mind, and his dad was always inviting her to stay for dinner.
Eleanor’s mom thought she was spending all that time with Tina. Once she’d said, ‘I hope you’re not overstaying your welcome over there, Eleanor.’ And once she’d said, ‘Tina could come over here sometimes, too, you know,’ which they both knew was a joke.
Nobody brought friends into their house. Not the little kids. Not even Richie. And her mom didn’t have friends anymore.
She used to.
When Eleanor’s parents were still together, there were always people around. There were always parties. Men with long hair. Women in long dresses. Glasses of red wine everywhere.
And even after her dad left, there were still women. Single moms who brought over their kids, plus all the ingredients for banana daiquiris.
They’d sit up late talking in hushed voices about their ex-husbands and speculating about new boyfriends, while the kids played Trouble and Sorry in the next room.
Richie had started as one of those stories. It went like this:
Her mom used to walk to the grocery store early in the morning while the kids were still asleep. They didn’t have a car back then either.
(Her mom hadn’t had a car of her own since high school.) Well, Richie would see her mom out walking every morning on his drive to work. One day he stopped and asked for her number. He said she was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.
When Eleanor first heard about Richie, she was leaning against their old couch, reading a Life magazine, and drinking a virgin banana daiquiri. She wasn’t exactly eavesdropping – all her mom’s friends liked having Eleanor around.
They liked that she watched their kids without complaining, they said she was wise beyond her years. If Eleanor was quiet, they sort of forgot she was in the room. And if they drank too much, they didn’t care.
‘Never trust a man, Eleanor!’ they’d all shouted at her, at one point or another.
‘Especially if he hates to dance!’
But when her mom told them that Richie said she was as pretty as a spring day, they’d all sighed and asked her to tell them more.
Of course he said she’s the prettiest woman he’s ever seen, Eleanor thought. She undoubtedly is.
Eleanor was twelve, and she couldn’t imagine a guy f**king her mom over worse than her dad had.
She didn’t know there were things worse than selfish.
Anyway. She always tried to leave Park’s house before dinner – just in case her mom was right about wearing out her welcome – and because, if Eleanor left early, there was a better chance that she’d beat Richie home.
Hanging out with Park every day had really messed up her bath-taking routine. (A fact she was never ever going to tell him, no matter how sharey-carey they got.)
The only safe time to take a bath in her house was right after school. If Eleanor went over to Park’s house right after school, she had to hope that Richie would still be at the Broken Rail when she got home that night. And then she had to take a really fast bath because the back door was right across from the bathroom, and it could open at any time.
She could tell that all this sneaky bath-taking was making her mom nervous, but it wasn’t exactly Eleanor’s fault. She’d considered taking a shower in the locker room at school, but that might even be more dangerous: Tina et al.
The other day at lunch, Tina had a made big point of walking by Eleanor’s table and mouthing the C-word. The c-u-n-t word. (Richie didn’t even use that word, which implied an unimagin-able degree of filth.)
‘What is her problem?’ DeNice asked.
Rhetorically.
‘She thinks she’s all that,’ Beebi said.
‘She ain’t all that,’ DeNice said. ‘Walking around here looking like a little boy in a miniskirt.’
Beebi giggled.
‘That hair is just wrong,’ DeNice said, still looking at Tina. ‘She needs to wake up a little earlier and try to decide whether she wants to look like Farrah Fawcett or Rick James.’
Beebi and Eleanor both cracked up.
‘I mean, pick one, girl,’ DeNice said, milking it. ‘Pick. One.’
‘Oh, girl!’ Beebi said, slapping Eleanor’s leg.
‘There’s your man.’ They all looked out the cafeteria’s glass wall. Park was walking by with a few other guys. He was wearing jeans and a Tshirt that said ‘Minor Threat.’ He looked into the cafeteria and smiled when he saw Eleanor. Beebi giggled.
‘He is cute,’ DeNice said. Like it was something certifiable.
‘I know,’ Eleanor said. ‘I want to eat his face.’
They all three giggled until DeNice called them back to order.
Park
‘So,’ Call said.
Park was still smiling. Even though they were long past the cafeteria.
‘You and Eleanor, huh?’
‘Uh … yeah,’ Park said.
‘Yeah,’ Call said, nodding. ‘Everybody knows. I mean, I’ve known forever. I could tell by the way you stare at her in English … I was just waiting for you to tell me.’
‘Oh,’ Park said, looking up at Cal. ‘Sorry.
I’m going out with Eleanor.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘I figured you knew.’
‘I did know,’ Call said. ‘But, you know, we’re friends. We’re supposed to talk about these things.’
‘I didn’t think you’d get it …’
‘I don’t get it. No offense. Eleanor still scares the crap out of me. But if you’re getting it – you know, getting it – I want to know about it. I want the whole freaking report.’
‘This, actually,’ Park said. ‘This is why I didn’t tell you.’
CHAPTER 35
Eleanor
Park’s mom asked him to set the table. That was Eleanor’s cue to leave. The sun had almost set.
She rushed down the steps before Park could stop her … and almost ran into his dad standing in the driveway.
‘Hey, Eleanor,’ he said, startling her. He was messing around with something in the back of his truck.
‘Hey,’ she said, rushing past him. He really did look an awful lot like Magnum P.I. It wasn’t something you got used to.
‘Hey, wait, come here,’ he said.
She felt something go slightly wrong in her stomach. She stopped and stepped toward him, but only a little.
‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’m getting tired of asking you to stay for dinner.’
‘Okay …’ she said.
‘What I mean is, I want you to feel like you have a standing invitation. You’re just … welcome, okay?’ He seemed uncomfortable, and it was making her uncomfortable. Way more uncomfortable than she usually felt around him.
‘Okay …’ she said.
‘Look, Eleanor … I know your stepdad.’
This could go a million different ways, she thought. All of them awful.
Park’s dad kept talking, one hand on his truck, the other on the back of his neck, like he was in pain. ‘We grew up together. I’m older than Richie, but this is a small neighborhood, and I’ve put in my time at the Rail …’
The sun was too far gone to see his face.
Eleanor still wasn’t sure what he was getting at.
‘I know that your stepdad isn’t an easy man to be around,’ Park’s dad said finally, stepping toward her. ‘And I’m just saying, you know, that if it’s easier to be over here, then you should just be here. That would make Mindy and I feel a lot better, okay?’
‘Okay,’ she said.
‘So this is the last time I’m going to ask you to stay for dinner.’
Eleanor smiled, and he smiled back, and for a second he looked a lot more like Park than Tom Selleck.
Park
Eleanor on the couch, holding his hand. Across from him at the kitchen table with her homework
…
Helping him carry in groceries for his grandmother. Politely eating everything his mom made for dinner, even if it was something completely disgusting like liver and onions …
They were always together, and it still wasn’t enough.
He still hadn’t found a way to put his arms all the way around her. And he still didn’t have enough opportunities to kiss her. She wouldn’t go to his room with him …
‘We can listen to music,’ he’d say.
‘Your mom …’
‘Doesn’t care. We’ll leave the door open.’
‘Where will we sit?’
‘On my bed.’
‘God. No.’
‘On the floor.’
‘I don’t want her to think I’m slutty.’
He wasn’t sure his mother even thought of Eleanor as a girl.
She liked Eleanor though. More than she used to. Just the other day, his mom had said that Eleanor had excellent manners.
‘She’s very quiet,’ his mom said, like that was a good thing.
‘She’s just nervous,’ Park said.
‘Why nervous?’
‘I don’t know,’ Park said. ‘She just is.’
He could tell that his mom still hated Eleanor’s clothes. She was always looking her up and down and shaking her head when she thought Eleanor wasn’t looking.