What Happened to Goodbye(73)
Author: Sarah Dessen

There were about five minutes left in the half when I came back in, balancing two plates and the roll of paper towels, and deposited them both on the table in front of Dave and his dad. It was just eggs and toast. But by their reaction, you would have thought I’d prepared the most extravagant of feasts.

“Oh my goodness,” Mr. Wade whispered, slowly pushing his half-eaten tofu loaf aside. “Is that . . . Is that butter?”

“I think it is,” Dave said. “Wow. Look at how fluffy and yellow these are!”

“Not like Neggs,” his dad agreed.

“Neggs?” I said.

“Not-eggs,” Dave explained. “Egg substitute. It’s what we use.”

“What’s in them? ” I asked as Mr. Wade took a bite. He closed his eyes, chewing slowly, his reaction so full of pleasure I had to look away.

“Not eggs,” Dave replied. He exhaled. “These are amazing, Mclean. Thank you so much.”

“Thank you,” his dad repeated, scooping up another heaping forkful.

I smiled, just at the game came back on the screen. Immediately, the players were in motion, moving down the court, the U out in front with the ball. As they passed the bench, the action slowed, and I saw Peter again, my mom behind him. As the team set up their offense, I watched as she pulled out her phone, opening it up, and pushed a few buttons, then put it to her ear.

I turned around, looking at my purse, which was on the floor by the couch. Sure enough, I could see a light flashing inside. I pulled out my phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, honey,” she said over the din behind her. “I just had a quick thought about our trip tomorrow. Have you got a second? ”

Dave and his dad erupted in cheers, plates clanging in their laps as the U stole the ball and moved down the court. Where my mom was, there was noticeably less of a reaction.

“Actually,” I said, “I, um, have some people over for dinner.”

“You do?” She sounded so surprised. “Oh. Well, I’ll just call back later, okay?”

“Great,” I said, watching Dave as he took another bite of toast, then smiled at me. Real bread, real butter. All real. “Talk to you then.”

Thirteen

That night, I tried to wait up for my dad, so I could ask him about the councilwoman and what I’d seen between them at the model that day, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. Still, I busied myself packing and repacking my suitcase for the beach, trying not to think abt all the other times I’d folded clothes this same way, in the same bag. Once that was done, I made myself a pot of coffee and sat down on the couch to study for my last big test before break, feeling confident that the task and the caffeine would keep me awake until he returned. Instead, I woke up at 6:00 the next morning, the room cold and my mother’s quilt tucked over me.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My dad’s keys were in the dish by the door, his coat thrown over our worn leather chair. Distantly, down the hallway, I could hear the water running in his bathroom. Just another morning. I hoped.

I took a shower, then got dressed before making a bowl of cereal and another pot of coffee. I was pouring a second cup when I heard a knock at the door. Glancing out the front window, I saw a black Town Car parked at the curb. Which could mean only one thing. Sure enough, when I opened it, I found myself facing a wide expanse of gray cashmere. I looked up and up, and there was Chuckles. Opal had mentioned he was back in town, but a home visit was a surprise.

“Mclean,” he said, smiling at me. “Good morning. Your dad around? ”

“He’s in the shower,” I told him, stepping back so he could come in. He had to duck under the low door frame, but something in the easy way he did it made it clear he was used to this. “He should be out in a minute. You want some coffee?”

“No thanks, I’m already covered,” he said, holding up a travel mug in one of his huge hands. “This stuff has totally spoiled me. I have to take it with me when I travel now. Nothing else compares.”

“Really? What is it?”

“A special blend, grown and roasted in Kona, Hawaii. I’ve been doing some business there lately and discovered it.” He uncapped the lid, holding it out to me. “Take a whiff.”

I did, although it felt a little odd to do so. It smelled amazing. “Wow,” I said. “Hawaii, huh?”

“You ever been?”

I shook my head. “I’d love to, though.”

“Really,” he said, watching me as I folded the quilt, putting it back on the arm of the couch. “Well, that’s good to know.”

I glanced up, wondering at this, but then my dad was coming down the hallway, hair damp, pulling a sweatshirt over his head. “Isn’t it a little early for door-to-door salesmen?” he asked.

“Trust me,” Chuckles told him, capping his coffee and taking a sip, “you want what I’m peddling.”

“You always say that.” My dad picked up his keys and phone. “You on your way out of town?”

“Yep. Just wanted to stop by to bug you one more time.” He smiled at me. “I was just telling your daughter about how good this Kona coffee is.”

“Let’s talk outside,” my dad said, pulling on his jacket. “Mclean, I’ll just be a sec.”

“Good to see you,” Chuckles called out as he ducked back through the door, onto the porch. “And aloha. That means hello and goodbye in Hawaii. Remember that, okay? It’s useful information.”

“Okay,” I replied a bit uncertainly. “Aloha.”

My dad shot him a look, and then the door was shutting behind them. I watched them go down the walk, their contrasting heights the oddest of pairings. Just as they got into the back of the black Town Car idling at the curb, my phone rang.

I pulled it out, then flipped it open, my eyes still on the car. “Morning, Mom,” I said.

“Good morning!” she said. “Are you in a rush? Or can you talk for sec?”

“I can talk.”

“Great! Today’s going to be nuts, getting packed and driving down, so I wanted to just confirm our times and everything before the madness starts.” She laughed. “So are we still on for four, do you think?”

“It should be fine,” I told her. “I’ll be back here by three forty-five at the latest, and I’m already all packed.”

“Don’t forget your bathing suit,” she said. “Our maintenance guy called yesterday and it’s official. The pool and hot tub are both up and running.”