Sundays With Ingrid
Chief Strade and Joey approached.
“Stellar,” said the chief.
“Thanks,” said Ingrid.
“Stellar all around,” the chief said.
Their eyes met. Ingrid gave a little nod.
The chief turned to Joey. “Where’s that bouquet?”
Joey patted his pockets. “Must have left it in the car.”
But the bouquet – daisies – was still fairly fresh a few days later at the Rec Center dance. Joey handed Ingrid the flowers in the parking lot, minimizing the chance of any of the boys witnessing what could be interpreted as a romantic gesture.
“These are nice,” Ingrid said. “Smell them.”
Joey shook his head. They stood in silence, breath rising in the cold. Then Joey said, “I saw that movie. On DVD.”
“The one your mom likes.”
“Yeah.” More silence. Joey shifted from one foot to the other, like he was building up to something. How long was this going to take? It was getting really cold. “The funny thing is,” he said at last, “you do kind of look like her.”
Like Ingrid Bergman? “Don’t be ridiculous,” Ingrid said.
“You do,” Joey said. “Especially, um, around the mouth.”
He reached out and touched her lips with his finger, very gentle. A nice feeling – might even have been electric, if he hadn’t had gloves on.
From Into the Dark.
Welcome Chance Man.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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