Besides the fact that I had made a complete fool out of myself, tripping all over the sidewalk, I wasn’t sure if he was actually into me or not. Still, I spent several hours a day tucked under Lindy’s hydrangea bush in the hopes of catching a glimpse of him ambling past, whistling while he swung Colt’s leash around. All of those hours were when Lindy was not home; she was in town having a “tasting” for her party and yet another dress fitting. After the last horrible trip, I had no desire to traipse through the town, having lunch at a swanky restaurant and calling everyone “dah-ling”. I had felt like an absolute ass in my pajama bottoms with my bloody knees knocking while I shopped with Lindy and her mama that day. The girls in the dress fitting shop had spent the entire time whispering about me and I overheard one tell the other that I was Lindy’s cousin with special needs. I should have just gotten a helmet to top off the look. Or hid in the car to do Sudoku puzzles with David.
