Mr Bostwick’s hardware store was at the bottom end of town where mist from the creek still hung in the cool morning air. Darren’s heart began to thump as he approached and made out the familiar form of Beth Langley browsing the flowers in tin buckets out front of the store.
She wrapped her selection in the paper provided and gave Mr Bostwick a ten dollar note. He made change from the leather money pouch he wore beneath his big belly, wishing Beth a lovely day with a huge smile.
“Hi, Beth,” Darren said, smiling also.
“Hi, Darren.”
She was wearing a khaki, woollen jumper that hugged her slender figure. Her long, brown hair was behind her ears, showing her face and warm, brown eyes. She never did herself up much – not like a lot of other girls in town. Darren thought she was pretty.
He wondered if he had his shirt tucked in right. It suddenly felt too loose and saggy. He straightened his glasses.
“What?” she asked.
Was he staring?
“Um… I was wondering if um… You know the carnival they’re setting up down at the playing fields?”
“Oh yeah, I saw.”
“Well, it opens tonight. Are you going?”
Damn it! That didn’t come out right.
“No, I don’t think I can. My sister isn’t well, you know?”
Darren nodded. Everyone knew Beth’s sister was sick or something. Apparently she was bedridden, had been for ages.
Beth was checking out watering cans. Darren sidled close, wringing his hands in front. He took a breath. “Um, Beth, what about at lunchtime, then? Can I buy you lunch at the Coffee Club?”
She blushed. “Oh!” She met Darren’s eyes fully. It was a look with more intensity than she had ever offered him before. “Um… I guess.” She smiled, still blushing shyly. “Should I meet you there? What time?”
“I’ll come by and walk you,” Darren said, a rush of excitement filling him with confidence. “I’ll stop by at twelve-thirty?”
“Okay. See ya,” she said, tossing a glance back over her shoulder as she walked off toward her work.