Hen.
âOkay, so . . . weâll talk again.â He smiled. Doughnut people are refreshingly straightforward.
âSure,â I said casually, tossing my hair and getting some of it in my mouth.
He handed me four Duranâs Doughnuts coupons and left.
I called Opal.
âOkay, Jenna, youâre doing pretty well, but your voice sounds like youâre having trouble breathing.â
âI am a little. . . .â I mentioned the coupons.
âDonât use those coupons,â she said. âLet him come to you.â
âYouâre kidding? These are two for the price of one, Opal!â
âYouâve got to be casual and distant, Jenna. Itâs the only way these days.â
âWhat about you and Jacques?â
â He comes to the Fotomat booth to talk, Jenna. And heâs getting ready to ask me out.â
âHow can you tell?â
âHe asked me when I got off work in French. â
I put the doughnut coupons in my pocket and sighed.
I canât tell you how much I wanted a raspberry cream.
Chapter 12
The puffy foot costume arrived at Gladstone Shoes. I took it out of the box; it was tan colored with prominent toes. It had a head hole and came with tan tights. On the front of it was written, PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD.
Itâs amazing how an advertising agency can destroy a good idea.
âIâm not wearing it.â I said this firmly, embracing Al-Anon boundary-setting principles.
Murray pushed back the two head hairs he had left. âIâm sure not wearing it.â
Tanner was rushing through the front door, late again. He stared at the costume, felt the puffy material. âYouâd get shot wearing this in my neighborhood.â
The puffy foot costume was part of a big Labor Day Blowout Sales Extravaganza we were going to have at the Shoe Warehouse Corporationâs 498 stores across America: 498 puffy feet were going to march into malls and streets to wave, pass out coupons, and overwhelm America. Getting ready for a big sale wasnât easy. Weâd lugged hundreds of shoes from the stockroom and put them on shelves. Weâd hung the Best Foot Forward banner across the ceiling.
âWe could say it didnât come,â Murray offered.
I put the costume down. âI signed for the package with UPS.â
âWe could maybe pay my nephew Lyle to wear it,â Murray offered, âbut if itâs not hypoallergenic, in ten minutes heâd be spitting up phlegm.â
âThereâs a bonus for whoever wears it,â Mrs. Gladstone added, coming up from behind.
Tanner stepped forward. âWhat would my bonus be?â
Mrs. Gladstone cleared her throat. âA watchâwhich, young man, you could sorely useâand overtime pay.â
âI got to wear the tights?â
âIâm afraid so.â
âCan I wear my shades?â Tanner put on his mirrored sunglasses, raised his hands like a dancer, and froze.
Mrs. Gladstoneâs smile broke wide open. âI think they would greatly add to the depth of your characterization.â
Â
Tanner put his best foot forward and stood on Wabash Street outside Gladstone Shoes and almost caused a riot. He was bowing to people, blowing kisses to women, patting little kids on the head, and handing out the coupons.
20% OFF
STOREWIDE EXTRAVAGANZA SALE
THE SHOE WAREHOUSE COMPANIES
PUTTING OUR BEST FOOT FORWARD FOR YOU
âWhat are you, man?â a teenage guy asked Tanner.
âIâm a foot fetish,â Tanner explained.
âNo!â I shouted. âHeâs just kidding.â I glared at Tannerâs face poking from the head hole; saw myself mirrored back. I hate mirrored sunglasses.
âIâm the Best Foot Forward,â Tanner said obediently and handed the guy a coupon. âAnd this is your lucky day.â
âAre you a right foot or a left foot?â a little girl asked him.
Tanner looked at the toes protruding out