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footsteps behind me as I slammed the door shut, but I couldn t
be sure.
Two weeks passed. Now that I didn t have Todd to look for-
ward to, The Disney Store became unbearable. There was the
woman who paid for a stuffed Winnie the Pooh bear with
sweaty dollar bills she pulled out of her bra. The kid who took
a dump behind a closed register. The man who screamed at me
because I thought he was purchasing something he wanted to
return. I tried to think of it as inspirational. Maybe I d make a
sculpture of dismembered Disney characters.
Lyle s mother went to Ocean City with her boyfriend, so Lyle
had a party. It wasn t one of the small basement parties he had
when his mother went to her boyfriend s for the night. This was
a real party that took up the whole house.
Todd was already there when I arrived. He was hanging out
in the kitchen, talking to Fred and a couple of other guys. I was
careful not to look in his direction.
Mike Franklin was getting stoned in Lyle s room.
 Hi, Polly, he said when I walked by. I ignored him.
After I d walked by the kitchen door a few times, I settled
on the couch in the living room with Carrie and Theresa.
232 POLLY
Theresa was wearing contacts again and had cut her hair really
short. It made her look sophisticated, like a French girl.
 I don t know, I m still getting used to it, she said, touch-
ing her head.
 I like it, I said.
 You don t think it looks sort of masculine?
I looked at Theresa s C-cup boobs in her V-neck shirt.  You
could never look masculine, I said.
Carrie looked down at her beer.  I m thinking about break-
ing up with Lyle.
 Why? I asked.
 I m just gonna try it on for size, Carrie said.  If it s too
weird we can always get back together.
I stood up, spilling some of my beer on the couch.
 You can t just break up with someone you love, I said.
In the bathroom, I decided I would talk to Todd. I couldn t
decide whether it was better to demand an apology for the
shoving, or focus on how he was ignoring me. I brushed my
hair. I needed a trim. Then I put on more lipstick. Most of it
settled onto a crack on my lower lip, and I grabbed a wad of
toilet paper and blotted.
When I got to the kitchen, Todd and Fred were gone.  He
took off, Lyle said.
I called Todd from Lyle s mother s room, which smelled of
baby powder and the same Charlie perfume my own mother
wore.
 Don t you even feel bad? I said when he answered.
 Last I heard you never wanted to see me again.
 You could at least say you re sorry, I said.
 What do you care? I saw you. You re fine.
 I m not fine, I said.
TODD 233
Todd was quiet. Somebody put the Clash on downstairs. It
was my favorite Clash song,  Police on My Back.
 Come over, he said.
 No way. I danced in place.
 Come over. Me and Fred have beer.
 How come you didn t try to talk to me tonight?
 I m talking to you now, Todd said.  Get over here.
I left without saying good-bye to Carrie and Theresa.
Lyle came to visit me at The Disney Store. It was a weekday
afternoon, not too busy.
 There s something going on with Carrie, he said.  I thought
you might know what it is.
I widened my eyes in what I hoped was an approximation of
dumb surprise.  What do you mean? I asked.
 She s strange lately. Distant. And mad at me all the time.
I rang up a customer while he waited.
 Maybe it s hormones, I said.  Has it just been the last
couple days?
Lyle forced a smile.  She hasn t talked to you about any-
thing?
 No. At least not anything strange, distant, or mad.
Lyle looked down at his shoes.  Is she cheating on me?
Now I really was surprised.  No! Do you think so?
He didn t look up.  I guess not, he said.
A customer came up to us with a Little Mermaid video. I ran
it over the scanner.
 I ll see you later, Lyle said.
I watched Lyle walk out of the store and down the mall
corridor. He was tall, over six feet, but you couldn t tell at
first because he didn t have good posture. He slumped when
he walked.
234 POLLY
" " "
I was driving home after work when my right rear tire blew
out. There was a high-pitched hiss that I could hear over the ra-
dio, and then I felt the car heave and tilt. I turned off the radio,
put the car into neutral, and gripped the steering wheel with
both hands. I forced myself not to slam on the brakes; I knew
you weren t supposed to do that when you hit ice, and I figured
this might be similar. I coasted to the highway shoulder.
Once I d come to a complete stop I pulled up the emer-
gency brake and dropped my head to the steering wheel. My
forehead was slick with sweat, and the vinyl of the wheel stuck
to it. I raised my head back up and reached for my cigarettes.
I got out of the car. The tire was gone, and I stared at the
silver skeleton in its place. Pieces of rubber trailed out behind
the car and onto the highway. It was five thirty, and traffic was
heavy. Cars whipped by without stopping. I was only about a
mile away from the mall. I turned on the hazards, locked the
car, and started walking.
William picked me up in front of Hecht s.
 Did you see it? I asked.
William nodded.  You re lucky you weren t stranded.
 Tell me about it.
 You might have considered putting out flares.
I patted my cigarettes that I d hidden inside the waist band
of my skirt.  Why do you do that? I asked.
 What?
 Criticize me. Tell me how I could do everything better.
William pulled off the highway and stopped behind my car.
 I just want you to be safe, he said.  It s what anyone who
loves a child wants.
TODD 235
I tried not to cry.  I m not a child anymore, I said.
 I know.
I wasn t sure if I even had a spare, but there it was, under
the floor of the hatchback. We pulled it out and I sat on it while
William jacked up the car and loosened the lug nuts. They spun
around but stayed tight.
 I think you re supposed to loosen them before you jack the
car up, I said.
William took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his
nose, and I noticed the deep creases at the corners of his eyes.
 You re right, he said.  It s been a long time since I ve done
this.
Once the car was jacked up again, we each grabbed a side of
the spare. I shifted my weight and William grunted beside me.
There was the sound of the gravel underneath our feet and then
William slipped, causing me to lose my grip on the tire. I turned
my head in time to see William fall backward into the gravel.
 William!
 Shit, he said. He wasn t getting up.
 Are you okay?
 Yes.
 I m sorry, I said. There was grease on my pleated skirt and
my pink oxford.
Still flat on his back, he started to laugh. His T-shirt was
riding up, and the skin on his stomach was lighter than the skin
on his arms.  It s not your fault, he said.  I m just a klutz.
I held out my hand.  Yes, but you re a lifesaving klutz, I
said.
Todd called me at work the next day.
 Can you buy orange juice on your way over here? he
asked.  I have vodka.
236 POLLY
It was eerie to hear his voice in The Disney Store.
 I can t, I said. I was using my customer service voice.  My
dad s here. We re having dinner.
My dad had called me the week before to tell me he was
going to be in town. I d only remembered at the last minute to
bring a change of clothes to work that morning.
I met Dad for dinner at a Mexican restaurant adjacent to the
mall. He was waiting at the bar when I got there. The restau-
rant was bright and heavily decorated with Mexican streamers
and sombreros and lights shaped like chili peppers, but the bar
was dark and nondescript.
 Sorry I m late, I said after we hugged.  I had to change out
of my Disney costume.
He turned to the woman sitting next to him at the bar.  This
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