“Richard.”
The ever curious Sarah continued with her questions. “Do you go out on dates?”
“Sarah,” Drew grumbled, “it isn’t polite to ask personal questions.”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him. “Richard and I have coffee every morning, but that isn’t really a date.”
“Oh,” Sarah’s voice dropped as if she was disappointed.
“I haven’t had much time to date between work and my classes. That’s why your dad had to wait almost a week for us to have our dinner.”
Drew pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I’d chosen Chinese on Sarah’s recommendation. As it happened, I was fond of Chinese food myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d tasted almond chicken.
Drew came around and helped me out of the car. The kids joined us and Sarah slipped her hand in mine as we entered the restaurant.
“Doesn’t Shay smell good?” she asked her father.
Drew grinned at me. “She does.”
I think I must have blushed, and as a distraction I asked, “Who knows how to eat with chopsticks?”
“I do,” Drew said. “What about you?”
“I try each time but it’s been awhile.”
Once we were seated inside and placed our order, we all tried practicing using chopsticks. Drew did amazingly well. Mark was pretty good, too, but Sarah and I were hopeless. By the time the food arrived, we’d all dissolved into giggles.
“I’ll starve if you make me eat with these,” the little girl protested.
Leaning close, I whispered in her ear, “I bet they have forks, too.”
“Good.”
The meal was a lot of fun and we ate until it felt as if our stomachs would burst wide open. Both Sarah and Mark leaned back in their chairs and planted their hands over their middles. I was stuffed and Drew declared that he was as well. He had the server package up the leftovers.
As we headed toward the parking lot, Sarah looked up at me and claimed, “This was the most fun ever.”
“I think so, too,” I told her. In truth, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an experience like this. I’m sure we’d gone out to eat as a family before my mother died, but if we had I didn’t remember it. What I recalled was the yelling and the fighting and then later the hitting and the verbal abuse heaped on me by my father.
My thoughts automatically turned to my brother and all I’d done to protect him over the years. It made me sad to think about him. I had no idea where Caden was now or even if he was alive. My fear was he was in prison, dead, or an addict living on the street the way Richard did. I’d mentioned Caden to Richard and Richard told me he’d ask around. I said that wasn’t necessary, but Richard insisted that he might be able to help him. This was his way of thanking me for the coffee I brought him, I suspected.
To this point, Richard had nothing to report. I didn’t like to think about Caden because any thoughts of him invariably weighed down my heart with feelings of anger and resentment, although I’d been working on letting go of those emotions.
Drew drove me back to my house. When he turned off the engine, I placed my hand on his forearm. “You don’t need to get out.”
“Sorry, manners say that I do. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my mother by not escorting you to the door,” he teased.
I knew it was important for Drew to demonstrate to his son how to properly treat a lady, so I quietly sat until he came around to my side of the car and opened the passenger door.
Drew walked me to my front door.
“I had a great time,” I told him, and it was true. “Thank you.”
Drew looked down at his feet and then glanced up. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’d enjoy that. The kids would, too.” If we used chopsticks often enough, perhaps Sarah and I would eventually get the hang of it.
I assumed Drew would hurry back to the car and was surprised when he lingered. “Without the kids.”
“I’m sorry?” I didn’t understand what he meant.
“I mean the two of us having dinner or lunch or whatever and not bringing along Mark and Sarah.”
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I opened my mouth and closed it when no words came out. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but Drew had me tongue-tied. The oddest sensation came over me, and emotion whirled around me until my throat thickened. I’d never dated as a teenager. I’d hung out with guys, but they didn’t take me to dinner or pay my way into a movie. We did drugs or smoked pot and did other things that I was ashamed of now.
“Unless, I mean, you mentioned this guy you’re seeing,” Drew said, rushing the words together as if he was as nervous as I was. “The one you have coffee with in the mornings. I wouldn’t want to intrude on that relationship.”
That made me smile and the tension eased from between my shoulder blades. “Richard is a homeless man, old enough to be my father. He sleeps outside The Corner Café. I bring him coffee and we talk.”
“Is he the one you bought the gloves for?”
“Yes.”
Drew smiled then and his gaze held mine. “How about Friday night?” he asked, sounding more confident now.
My heart fell. “I can’t. I’ve signed up to go to a Search & Rescue event with the Seattle Gospel Mission. We hand out food to the homeless. Have you ever gone?”
“No, but I’ve wanted to. Kevin has invited me several times.”
“Then join us,” I said, having a hard time disguising my enthusiasm. “I’ve gone before.”
“I’d like that,” Drew surprised me by saying. “Kevin claims it’s an eye-opening experience.”
“It is.” I’d been with the group twice now and always came away feeling blessed by the gratitude and humility of those we helped.
“What time should I pick you up?” he asked.
My heart was doing jumping jacks, and I was happier than I could remember being in a long time. “The van leaves at seven-thirty, so seven should work.”
“Dad.” Mark rolled down the car window and shouted at his father. “What’s taking so long?”
Drew looked toward the car. “I’ll be right there.”
“Are you going to kiss Shay?” Sarah shouted from the other side. “You should.”
“I better go,” Drew said. “I’ll be by to pick you up at seven on Friday.”
I nodded, excited to the point I wanted to do a happy dance on my top porch step. Drew started toward the car when I stopped him. “Be prepared, Drew. We often don’t get back until after midnight.”
“Good to know.”
He left then. I stood in the doorway and watched him pull out. He glanced my way and smiled. I grinned and waved.
I couldn’t argue with myself. I had a date. A real date. The first one in my entire life.
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The next morning I met Richard, bringing him his morning cup of coffee.
He took it from me and held it with both hands. I noticed he had only one glove. “Did you lose a glove?” I asked.
He avoided eye contact and shrugged.
“Richard,” I said, squatting down so he couldn’t help but meet my gaze. “Did someone take that glove from you?” I knew theft could be a real problem among the homeless.
“No one took it,” he assured me, but he kept his focus on the coffee cup and not me.
“Then what happened to it?”
“You gonna be mad if I tell you?”
I came up with the one scenario that would upset me. “Did you sell it?”
“No.” He seemed offended by the question.
“Then tell me.”
“Got a friend. Chuck. A veteran like me. I gave him one glove so he could keep his hand warm. One is better than nothing, right?”
“Oh Richard. How could I possibly be angry about that?”
“Didn’t want to upset you.” He sipped his coffee. “I was afraid if you got mad you wouldn’t bring me coffee. I’ve kind of gotten used to this. I told Chuck what you do and he said he might come by some morning. Don’t worry, I’ll share the coffee with him. Wouldn’t want you to have to buy two cups.”