know Weasel been after that thang all day and she dinât lay a finger on him. Yet,â Lon said, licking his lips.
âI know youâre desperate for the attention,â Bobbyjay said after some thought, âbut honest to God, Lon, a kick in the balls from my fiancée feels just the same as a kick in the balls from, like, me.â It was no use trying to look menacing. Bobbyjay knew his baby face was about as terrifying as the busboyâs. But he did outweigh Lon by a hundred pounds.
âNo prob, buddy,â Lon said and changed the subject.
âWhat you been up to?â Bobbyjay asked Daisy in an undervoice when he collected her at the end of the workday. âYou kick Badger in the nuts. You did something to Weasel, Iâm afraid to ask what.â Weasel had come up to him in the afternoon and apologized for stepping out of line with Daisy. For peteâs sake, Weasel Rooney! Anxiety made Bobbyjay read the worst into the glances of departing stagehands. He tried not to snarl at them. Wouldnât do any good.
Serene and lovely with soot on her hands, on her cheeks, across her mini-shirt at tit-level, and on her bare bellybutton, Daisy sashayed beside him, eyeing suits and being ogled in return.
âIâve got a lot to learn,â she said. âLike, whatâs it mean, Iâm ârelated?ââ
âRelated?â he replied absently. âThat means some dumb ex-son-in-law or a relative who got the office to hire him even though heâs useless. Oh,â he said, as his brain caught up with his mouth.
They were stopped at a Donât Walk sign.
She met his eye. âI should have listened to you. Iâm sorry.â
Bobbyjay was speechless.
She put her hand on his bare arm. âYouâve been so great, Bobbyjay. Iâve wanted this for three years and you made it happen.â She dimpled. âWesley will be sooo jealous! Tomorrow Iâll wear something for getting dirty,â she said, and Bobbyjay whanged up a boner. âAnd put my hair back.â He thought he heard her sigh but the traffic was godawful loud. She added, âI donât want to inflame these losers any worse than I have already.â
âTook the words right out of my mouth.â A flash of gratitude and lust overwhelmed him. She thanked him. She said he was right.
She looked down at herself. âBoy, Iâm a mess.â
âYou look hot,â he blurted.
Flushing, she glanced into a plate-glass restaurant window as they walked by. âYou think so? Oh my God, my face is all black!â She stopped dead and scrubbed at her cheeks with her blackened hands, making it worse, and he took her hands and led her into the parking ramp. âYouâll help me with tools?â
âWeâll stop at my place and pick you up some of mine,â he said, dragging his mind out of the gutter.
âI bet you have a big tool collection already.â
Christ, Morton, rein in your imagination. âUh, yup.â
âAnd Bobbyjay? Tomorrow I want to try to be just me. Between you and your grandfather and Badger and that rude Packard guyââ Bobbyjay cringed and hoped nobody would hear her. ââEverybodyâs using their pull for me and I think thatâs just going to annoy people. Those dykes already called me related. So, no hovering and fussing over me, okay?â
Bobbyjay opened his mouth, trying to find any part of this speech he could safely address. âTheyâre not dykes. Well, some arenât. Liz was boinkinâ Jack Yu for fifteen years and nobody knew about it until they, like, finally got married.â
âOo, scandal.â Daisy looped her arm in his and bumped against him, making him sweat. âTell me everything.â
Chapter Twelve
Goomba was waiting for her when Bobbyjay dropped her off. âHow did it go? They treat you okay?â
âFine,â she chirped, thinking longingly of a shower.