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Chapter Three
"Ice Cream"
After Gordo left that afternoon, Lizzie began reading other diary entries from Addy and letters from Rob.
13 October 1947
Dear Alberto,
Well, Rob finally did it! He finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so excited, and of course I told him yes. I have all my life to play hard- to-get. How did he ask me out? Well, actually, he bumped into me at the ice cream Dinky's Ice Cream Shop, and asked me if he could sit with me while I ate my ice cream. I said to him, "I suppose so." And we sat down. He has been pretty shy with me lately, with not calling and not really talking to me, so I was pretty silent myself. We sat and didn't say a word for a few minutes. What did he expect? Me to begin the conversation? Never! A boy should always be starting a conversation, according to my mother.
I was just about to agree with my mother, and then I remembered times have changed since she was growing up. We are no longer living in the twenties. In fact, my friend, Janice even CALLS her boyfriend from time to time. If I ever told my parents that, they would flip. The times change so quickly! Anyway, I realized Rob was not going to say much, so I figured, I would start the conversation.
"Well, what have you been doing recently?" I said, trying to sound professional and not nervous.
Rob looked at me suddenly, as if I was crazy. "I have been mostly helping my dad with business after school. He is paying me a quarter an hour to help with deliveries. It isn't much, but by the end of the week, I usually end up with around ten dollars with tips and everything. I suppose it will all add up eventually. Why?"
"Well, Robert Bailey Jones, I was just asking. I haven't seen you around much, and I thought I deserved an explanation," I told him, trying to sound angry and upset. I tried to sound like Katherine Hepburn, but I probably sounded nothing of the sort.
Rob sighed. He is so adorable. "You are right, Addy. I apologize. I should have called or visited you, but I guess I have had a lot on my mind."
"What has been on your mind that you couldn't talk to me about? We are supposed to be friends. You can tell me anything. You know that, don't you Rob?"
"I guess sometimes it isn't easy having a girl for a best friend. Anyway, I have wanted to tell you what I have been troubling over. I did, after all, practice throughout summer and into fall what I was going to say."
"Go on, Rob, say what's on your mind. I will listen and respect whatever you have to say."
"Will you?" Rob blurted, "I mean, what if it is about you and me?"
I gulped, "Well, that is all the more reason to tell me."
"Well, Addy," he started, and he began to act nervous. "Addy, I like you a lot."
"I like you a lot too."
"No, Addy, I think I like you as more than a friend. I know we are young, but I have felt this way for a long time, and, well, I was wondering if you would like to go to the theatre with me on Friday night. I was hoping it could be considered a date," Rob said.
I looked at him and smiled, "I would like that very much, Robert Bailey Jones."
He smiled, "Good. Uhh, I will pick you up at around six, and we can go eat before."
I nodded my head, "That sounds like a good plan." I stood up, and Rob stood up as well.
"Would you like me to walk you home?" He asked.
"I would like that very much," I said and we started walking to my house.
I was dying for him to ask me to hold his hand, but he didn't mention anything of the sort. I suppose he didn't want to take things too fast, and holding hands even before one date in broad daylight would just get the neighbors gossiping. I can't wait until we do hold hands. I wonder if we will hold hands on Friday. I am so madly in love with him, if he wanted to kiss me, I think I would let him. In fact, I would kiss him if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe not. I don't want to seem too easy, no matter how much I love him.
A few minutes later, we arrived at my front door, and we said goodbye. I walked into my house, and went straight to my room.
It just occurred to me that my parents might not let me go on a date, as I am not sixteen. Hmm, maybe I should talk about this with them over supper. Hopefully, Lilly won't be around. Ugh, she can only make things worse. Anyway, I have to do my homework, but I will inform you all about the date after it happens.
If only my parents knew that Rob and I are destined to be together and that he would eventually become my consort, maybe they would understand. If only mother could understand my generation and accept it as what it is.
More later,
Addy
***
"Whoa," Lizzie thought, "And I think my parents are old fashioned."
Lizzie found that journal to be more like a novel. Somehow, Lizzie felt that this girl, Addy, was probably a lot like her. Well, with the exception of the large generation gap. Other than that, Lizzie felt like this was a connection of some sort. Lilly was probably her sister and Cynthia was probably like Miranda and Rob probably resembled Gordo. Well, okay, minus the whole crush on the best friend thing. Right?
Sure, Lizzie didn't try to be Katherine Hepburn, but she could think of a few times when she tried to be like Britney or Julia Roberts. Also, her parents might not mind if Lizzie holds hands with anyone on a first date or a small kiss, but her parents wouldn't want her to make-out on a first date either. If they could, they would probably follow her on her first date. This all fascinated Lizzie, but it didn't help with the case at stake. Rob might be in jail or something, and Lizzie has no way of knowing. That is why Lizzie and Gordo agreed to go to the library the next day to research and see what they could find.
Spending all this time with Gordo was more fun then she expected. He was a good guy and a fun person to be with and talk to. He was a great friend. Thanks to this diary, Lizzie was actually wishing she dated her best friend. The way Addy talked about Rob was the way she wanted to talk about someone she liked. She tried to place the descriptions with Ethan and Danny, but they wouldn't work. In fact, the only person that fit Rob was Gordo, and for the most part, they fit like a glove.
Chapter Three
"Ice Cream"
After Gordo left that afternoon, Lizzie began reading other diary entries from Addy and letters from Rob.
13 October 1947
Dear Alberto,
Well, Rob finally did it! He finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so excited, and of course I told him yes. I have all my life to play hard- to-get. How did he ask me out? Well, actually, he bumped into me at the ice cream Dinky's Ice Cream Shop, and asked me if he could sit with me while I ate my ice cream. I said to him, "I suppose so." And we sat down. He has been pretty shy with me lately, with not calling and not really talking to me, so I was pretty silent myself. We sat and didn't say a word for a few minutes. What did he expect? Me to begin the conversation? Never! A boy should always be starting a conversation, according to my mother.
I was just about to agree with my mother, and then I remembered times have changed since she was growing up. We are no longer living in the twenties. In fact, my friend, Janice even CALLS her boyfriend from time to time. If I ever told my parents that, they would flip. The times change so quickly! Anyway, I realized Rob was not going to say much, so I figured, I would start the conversation.
"Well, what have you been doing recently?" I said, trying to sound professional and not nervous.
Rob looked at me suddenly, as if I was crazy. "I have been mostly helping my dad with business after school. He is paying me a quarter an hour to help with deliveries. It isn't much, but by the end of the week, I usually end up with around ten dollars with tips and everything. I suppose it will all add up eventually. Why?"
"Well, Robert Bailey Jones, I was just asking. I haven't seen you around much, and I thought I deserved an explanation," I told him, trying to sound angry and upset. I tried to sound like Katherine Hepburn, but I probably sounded nothing of the sort.
Rob sighed. He is so adorable. "You are right, Addy. I apologize. I should have called or visited you, but I guess I have had a lot on my mind."
"What has been on your mind that you couldn't talk to me about? We are supposed to be friends. You can tell me anything. You know that, don't you Rob?"
"I guess sometimes it isn't easy having a girl for a best friend. Anyway, I have wanted to tell you what I have been troubling over. I did, after all, practice throughout summer and into fall what I was going to say."
"Go on, Rob, say what's on your mind. I will listen and respect whatever you have to say."
"Will you?" Rob blurted, "I mean, what if it is about you and me?"
I gulped, "Well, that is all the more reason to tell me."
"Well, Addy," he started, and he began to act nervous. "Addy, I like you a lot."
"I like you a lot too."
"No, Addy, I think I like you as more than a friend. I know we are young, but I have felt this way for a long time, and, well, I was wondering if you would like to go to the theatre with me on Friday night. I was hoping it could be considered a date," Rob said.
I looked at him and smiled, "I would like that very much, Robert Bailey Jones."
He smiled, "Good. Uhh, I will pick you up at around six, and we can go eat before."
I nodded my head, "That sounds like a good plan." I stood up, and Rob stood up as well.
"Would you like me to walk you home?" He asked.
"I would like that very much," I said and we started walking to my house.
I was dying for him to ask me to hold his hand, but he didn't mention anything of the sort. I suppose he didn't want to take things too fast, and holding hands even before one date in broad daylight would just get the neighbors gossiping. I can't wait until we do hold hands. I wonder if we will hold hands on Friday. I am so madly in love with him, if he wanted to kiss me, I think I would let him. In fact, I would kiss him if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe not. I don't want to seem too easy, no matter how much I love him.
A few minutes later, we arrived at my front door, and we said goodbye. I walked into my house, and went straight to my room.
It just occurred to me that my parents might not let me go on a date, as I am not sixteen. Hmm, maybe I should talk about this with them over supper. Hopefully, Lilly won't be around. Ugh, she can only make things worse. Anyway, I have to do my homework, but I will inform you all about the date after it happens.
If only my parents knew that Rob and I are destined to be together and that he would eventually become my consort, maybe they would understand. If only mother could understand my generation and accept it as what it is.
More later,
Addy
***
"Whoa," Lizzie thought, "And I think my parents are old fashioned."
Lizzie found that journal to be more like a novel. Somehow, Lizzie felt that this girl, Addy, was probably a lot like her. Well, with the exception of the large generation gap. Other than that, Lizzie felt like this was a connection of some sort. Lilly was probably her sister and Cynthia was probably like Miranda and Rob probably resembled Gordo. Well, okay, minus the whole crush on the best friend thing. Right?
Sure, Lizzie didn't try to be Katherine Hepburn, but she could think of a few times when she tried to be like Britney or Julia Roberts. Also, her parents might not mind if Lizzie holds hands with anyone on a first date or a small kiss, but her parents wouldn't want her to make-out on a first date either. If they could, they would probably follow her on her first date. This all fascinated Lizzie, but it didn't help with the case at stake. Rob might be in jail or something, and Lizzie has no way of knowing. That is why Lizzie and Gordo agreed to go to the library the next day to research and see what they could find.
Spending all this time with Gordo was more fun then she expected. He was a good guy and a fun person to be with and talk to. He was a great friend. Thanks to this diary, Lizzie was actually wishing she dated her best friend. The way Addy talked about Rob was the way she wanted to talk about someone she liked. She tried to place the descriptions with Ethan and Danny, but they wouldn't work. In fact, the only person that fit Rob was Gordo, and for the most part, they fit like a glove.