imagine a worse pairing.
Beverly systematically began going through Tracyâs pockets before she put the clothes away, as if it were a long-established habit. âClyde just thinks the world of Chris.â
The action surprised Margaret. It would never occur to her to search Chrisâs things at all, let alone under the guise of being helpful. Was Beverly looking for something specific or simply snooping? Neither possibility held much appeal.
âChris likes Clyde, too,â Margaret said automatically. She turned at the sound of the front door opening.
âIâm back,â Chris said.
Margaret went to the door. âWeâre in here.â
The glow of anticipation dulled when Chris saw Tracy was not with them. He looked at his mother over Beverlyâs shoulder as Beverly gave him a hug. Margaret pointed to the beach. âWow, look at all this stuff,â he said, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. âShe must have cleaned out her closet.â
âTracy brought a friend,â Margaret said.
He shot her a questioning look.
âJanice Carlson,â Beverly filled in. âSheâs on the cheerleading squad with Tracy.â
âTracyâs a cheerleader? When did this happen?â
Beverlyâs smile was somewhere between beaming and smug. âIâm sure I told your mother. She must have forgotten to pass the news on to you.â
No, she hadnât, but Margaret was wondering now if she wouldnât have been better off doing so, especially considering how Chris felt about the cheerleaders he knew at school. His favorite word for them was airheads, but there were other, less flattering, words, too. âClyde couldnât come, so he let Janice use his ticket. This is her first time at the ocean.â
âCool,â he said without much enthusiasm.
âBest of all,â Beverly said, âyou get your own room. No more sleeping on the sofa.â
âIâll move my things after dinner,â Margaret told him.
âWhere will you sleep?â
âWith Beverly.â
âYou donât have to do that, Mom. The sofaâs fine with me.â
The contrast between Chrisâs and Tracyâs reactions to the sleeping arrangements was too obvious to ignore. âWould you like to come home with me?â Beverly said. âJust long enough for some of your behavior to rub off on Tracy.â
He looked to Margaret to interpret. âItâs not important.â She purposely changed the subject. âWhere have you been? You look as if you ran to Monterey and back.â
âI probably smell that way, too.â He lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt and sniffed. âIâm going to take a shower. What timeâs dinner?â
âI told the girls an hourââshe checked her watchââand that was thirty minutes ago.â
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An hour and a half later, Tracy and Janice still hadnât returned. Chris was on his way to find them just as they started up the stairs from the beach.
âDamn,â Tracy said. âHeâs come to get us.â
Janice looked up. She stopped in midstep. â Thatâs Chris Sadler?â
âFor cryinâ out loud, Janice, shut your mouth before he sees you looking at him like that. I never said he was ugly.â Tracy checked Chris out again to see what had gotten to Janice that she might have missed. He was dressed in cutoffs and a blue tank top, and for once his hair looked decent. Obviously heâd stopped letting his mother cut it for him.
âHeâs gorgeous ,â Janice said under her breath.
âJust wait till he says something. Then youâll understand.â Tracy gave him the dismissive smile she used on guys at school who actually thought she could be interested in talking to them. âChrisâhi.â
âEveryoneâs been wondering what happened to you.â
âI told Mom we were going for a walk.â