Davo's Little Something by Robert G. Barrett Read Free Book Online

something in the way she looked at him that made Davo think. Shit! I wonder if I should ask her out? I’ve been pussyfooting around her now for over a year. I suppose I should. Christ, she can only laugh at me and tell me to piss off. But as it stood, their relationship was a lot of fun. They’d kid each other and maybe squeeze hands now and again or blow each other silly kisses and although Davo often thought of asking her out, somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew it was impossible. Christ, she was barely out of school and he was a middleaged, divorced man. It was ridiculous, maybe some time in the future when she was a little older; if she hadn’t met anyone by then. The best thing to do was dream about it, because once he asked her and she said no the dream would be over, possibly forever, so why shatter the illusion. And what is it the kids say? Never trust anyone over thirty.
    But they also say ‘faint heart never won fair lady’ and she looked so beautiful standing there with those wide, innocent green eyes and that enigmatic smile on her face. Ah bugger it. Davo sucked in a deep breath. Why not.
    â€˜I’ll tell you what,’ he said a little hesitantly, as he looked at her and shuffled his feet nervously for a moment before he spoke. ‘There’s a bit of a turn on over at Watsons Bay this Saturday night. It’s a barbecue. If you’re not doing anything I could take you to that. I mean . . . you know. Only if you want to,’ he added, with a selfconscious shrug of his shoulders.
    â€˜Alright.’
    Davo stared at her for a second not quite believing what he’d heard. ‘What was that?’
    â€˜I said alright, I’d like to go.’
    Davo tried to speak but somehow his tongue seemed to be getting in the way. ‘Yeah. . . well. Okay then,’ he finally blurted out, almost swallowing the words.
    â€˜I’m supposed to be going out with a couple of girlfriends on Saturday night, but I should be able to get out of it alright. I’ll tell you what.’ Sandra took a biro and a small notebook from the pocket of her white uniform. ‘Here’s my phone number, ring me on Saturday afternoon to make sure. But it’ll be okay.’ She tore the page off and handed it to Davo who put it in the pocket of his windcheater. ‘Now don’t forget to ring me will you?’
    â€˜No. No I’ll ring for sure.’ Davo was still slightly dumbfounded. Shit! I can’t believe this he thought. She said yes. Just like that. I don’t believe it. Then he noticed her glance a little cautiously over her shoulder.
    â€˜Hello, here’s the boss back. I’d better keep doing what I was doing.’ She bent down, picked up a few more bottles of conditioner and continued packing the shelves; rearranging the other bottles so she could fit them in.
    Davo continued to stare at her in disbelief for a few more seconds till he realised the man she had pointed out as the boss was looking over at them. Well I’d better not stand around here like a Lowes dummy he thought. I suppose I’d best make a move.
    â€˜Anyway, Sandra. Give us that toothpaste and those tissues and I’ll get going.’
    â€˜Very good, sir,’ she replied, with a brassy grin. She walked around to one of the other aisles and got the two articles which she handed to Davo who was following sheepishly about twosteps behind her. There you are, sir, Kleenex tissues and Colgate fluoride. And . . . something for the PMT was it?’
    â€˜Ah . . . you needn’t worry about that, miss. I might just get the doctor to change my pill.’
    â€˜Good idea, sir. I’ve noticed you’re getting quite a bit of hair on your upper lip.’ She pushed her finger into Davo’s chest. ‘What about round your nipples.’
    Davo felt that good he wanted to burst out laughing and kick his heels together as he followed her over to the cash register and paid