“Morning Paula,
how are you?”
“I’m good Jamie,
how you doing this morning?”
“Okay, I’ve had
worse days.” I replied with a shrug
“I’m sure you
have.” She nodded, looking at me sadly.
I hated that
look; pity was what I relied on from the people who donated to my cause. I
wanted Paula to see me differently.
“Well any day I
see you can’t be a bad day now can it?” I gave her a wink.
Paula laughed
and flashed the smile I had been living for lately.
“You are smooth
Jamie, you should teach classes.”
I shrugged and
didn’t reply right away. I was content to just look at her. As always her hair
was up and she was bundled up tight. I did notice that her usual black scarf
had been replaced with a bright red one.
“So who said
it’s a line?” I asked to keep her smiling or to keep up my lame attempt at
flirting, either way it worked as she laughed again.
“Oh, please, I
have kids your age and I doubt I’m one of those…” She thought a moment. “Mifs?”
“Milfs.” I corrected her, laughing.
“Oh yeah that’s
right.” she nodded. “Not one of those.”
“Yeah you’re
right,” I made a show of looking closely at her. “I was thinking more like a
cougar.”
“Good thing I
wore my boots today.” Paula said, rolling her eyes.
Reaching down
next to her she handed me a Dunkin Donuts coffee.
“Here you go hon, it’s
really cold out here.”
I took the
coffee and holding up the cup, turned it around in my hand, last week she had
taped a five dollar bill to the side of it. I didn’t see anything, which was
fine by me.
“Thank you
Paula.” I told her. “Hey, I like that scarf, is that for Valentine’s Day?”
“It is as a
matter of fact.” Paula said with a shrug. “Probably all I’ll do to celebrate
the day, but hey it’s something right?”
I nodded,
thrilled that my little segue had worked. I was reaching into my sweatshirt for
the rose, when Paula surprised me first by reaching out and handing me a small
heart shaped box of chocolates.
“Speaking
of, happy Valentine’s Day Jamie.”
I took the box
from her and stared at it for a minute. I felt a lump rise in my throat; I
couldn’t believe she had thought of me.
“Thank you
Paula,” I said quietly.
“No worries,
“she winked at me. “Just some sweets for a real sweetheart.”
She laughed. “I know that’s not as good as one of your lines, but I’m pretty
rusty.”
“Well, this
makes me feel even better that I did this then.”
Pulling out the
rose, I handed it to her. “Happy Valentine’s Paula.”
If I’d had any
doubt that she would enjoy the rose, it was erased by the look on her face. Her
all ready big brown eyes widened, and as she took it, she swallowed hard, and I
recognized that she felt the same why I did.
“Oh
Jamie, thank you.” She whispered. “This is…” she shook her
head. “So beautiful.”
“Well I don’t
know about that,” I said, after all it came from Cumberland farms. “But you
said purple was your favorite.”
“Twenty years of
marriage and my ex thought my favorite color was blue.” She said softly, more
to herself then to me, then shaking her head said, “I say it once to you and
you remember.”
Reaching out,
she took my hand in hers and flashing me her trademark smile said, “Thank you,
you don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Well you taking
me to see aunty meant a lot to me,” I said then reaching back into my shirt
gave her the card. “Here, this is for you too.”
“Jamie, this is
too much…”
“Nah, it’s only
a card.” I told her, but was thrilled with the look in her eyes as she held it.
“Yeah but, a few
dollars is a lot for you ! I mean….” She sighed. “You
didn’t have to do this.”
“I don’t have to
do anything, remember?” I asked.
Paula looked at
the red envelope and then again at the rose. Putting the card down, she reached
out, put her arm around my shoulder and tugged me towards her. Caught off
guard, I felt like an idiot as I all but fell against her car. That feeling
quickly faded as she wrapped her arm around my neck and hugged me. My face was
buried in her neck and between the scent of her perfume and the sensation of
her soft hair against my cheek I felt as if I were in heaven.
I frowned at the
thought that I was pretty sure I didn’t smell anywhere near as nice, and my own
hair probably felt kind of nasty.
Again thoughts
were pushed away by the thrill of her lips grazing my cheek. Still hugging me
she whispered in my ear, “You made my day Jamie, you really did.”
“You make mine
all the time.” I told her quietly, and risking it, gave her a quick peck on the
cheek.
“Hey
lady!
Make sure he showers first!” a voice called out, ruining the moment.
I pulled away,
looking angrily in the direction of the voice, but the light was green and the
cars were whipping past.
“Ignore them,”
Paula said quietly. “They’re just jerks.”
She looked at
her watch and sighed.
“I’m sorry
Jamie, but I have to go. I’ll look at the card later okay?”
“No problem,” I
told her. Part of me was relieved, I would rather she read it without me in
front of her, just in case I had gone too far with what I had written. “You
have a good day,” I winked at her. “And don’t do anything wild tonight.”
“Oh, please.”
She laughed. “Wild for me these days would be using my left hand.”
“I…” I stopped speechless, trying to fight off the visual that remark
conjured up. I could my face getting hot and Paula laughed.
“I got you to
blush! How cute are you?”
“Cute,” I
managed to get out. “Yeah that’s me.”
“Sorry, Jamie,
but you’re so nice all the time I couldn’t resist.”
“Glad I could
get you to laugh.” I said rolling my eyes.
“You always do.”
She said, and then turning serious added. “You go get warm soon okay?”
“I will.”
“And thank you
again Jamie, this was very thoughtful.”
I simply nodded
and smiled, as she pulled away she called out, “Enjoy the candy.”
Looking down at
the box in my hand, I shrugged and untying the ribbon, opened it to grab a
chocolate. When I removed the lid I laughed. There was a ten dollar bill folded
on top of the candy.