a dress, see, like this. Or a scarf. Even a skirt.”
“‘It’s a sock, it’s a sheet, it’s a bicycle seat,’” Connor said in a singsong voice. “Remember that, Coll? The Lorax? What was that thing they made from the Truffula trees?”
“A Thneed,” Colleen said. “Here. Let me drape it...um...great. There!” Okay, it was a weird sweater, but if Paulie thought she looked good in it....
“It hides a lot of flaws,” Paulie said.
“You don’t have flaws. You’re very strong and healthy-looking.”
“I heard you can bench-press two twenty-five,” Connor said, earning a kick from Colleen.
“True,” Paulie said proudly.
“And that’s great,” Colleen said. “But tonight, let’s focus on femininity. No, don’t panic. We’re just planting the seeds, that’s all. Just planting seeds.”
“Or Thneeds,” Connor said.
“Shut it, Connor. Why are you still here, anyway? Go cook something.”
He obeyed (finally).
“No need to be nervous, Paulie,” she said more gently. “You’ve known Bryce for aeons—”
“Tell me about it,” she muttered, her face going blotchy.
“—and he already likes you.”
“He likes everyone.”
True. Bryce didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Or an ugly bone, either. Which was why women launched themselves at him like hypersonic missiles.
“Now tonight,” Colleen said, “you just want to get his attention, okay? As a woman, not as his buddy. Don’t talk about sports, don’t mention how much you can bench-press. Just say something like, ‘Oh, hey, Bryce! You look really handsome tonight.’”
From Paulie came the sounds of a dry heave.
“Now, now,” Colleen said. “It’s gonna be fine. Bryce is handsome. We all know that. So you just remind him that you’re here and female and fabulous. I want you to just brush against his arm, like this, just a little swoop of the breast, okay? A breast-swoop.” She demonstrated, pressing the girls lightly against Paulie’s shoulder.
“You smell great,” Paulie said.
“That would be a perfect thing to tell him.”
“No, I meant you. You smell really nice.”
Colleen paused. “Thanks. Now take a deep breath.” She looked down at Paulie’s kind, flushed face. “This is just the shark-bump test. Just to bring you onto his radar.”
“Got it. Shark. Radar.” She was hyperventilating.
“Breathe in for four, hold for four, exhale for four, that’s a girl. I know Bryce’s usual type, and guess what? They’re not right for him, are they, or else he’d be married right now. Just imagine that he’s been waiting for you all his life.”
“No need to sell it that hard, Coll.”
“It’s called confidence.” She squeezed Paulie’s hard shoulders. “I’ll be right behind the bar.”
“What if I screw up? What if he laughs at me? What if I puke and—”
“Calm down. Remember, you’re smart, you’re an executive at a successful company, you have what, an MBA? Everyone likes you, Paulie. Bryce just needs a little...strategy, and he’ll see you for the amazing person you are. And if you really love him, he’s worth the effort, right?”
“Yeah. He is.” Paulie stood up a little straighter.
“So let’s go. I hate to be cliché, but I want you drinking a martini or a mojito. No more Genesee.”
“Feminine, fabulous, martini, mojito.”
“Perfect. And next time, wear a girly color. Not gray.”
“It’s fog.”
“It’s gray, Paulie. You came to me, remember? I’m the expert. So no Thneed next time.”
Paulie cracked her neck. “What if—just putting this out there—what if I panic?”
“Um...I’ll give you a sign.”
“Really? That would be so great, Colleen!”
“I’ll do this. See?” She tossed her hair back in the time-honored fertility gesture women used to get men to notice how shiny they were. “Hair flip equals abort, abort. You pretend your phone is ringing and you just step away. Okay?”
“Roger that.”
Colleen took the shorter woman by the shoulders. “You’re special, and he’d be lucky to have you.”
Paulie smiled, even if her breathing was labored. She really did have a sweet smile. “Okay. Thanks, Coll. If you say so.”
“I do. Now get out there and make me proud. Don’t forget your lines.”
“Hi, Bryce, you smell so hot.”
“No, no, we don’t want him to think he smells like meat on a grill. It’s, ‘Hi, Bryce! Don’t you look handsome tonight.’”
“Hi, Bryce, don’t you look so beautiful tonight.”
“Handsome.” Colleen smiled firmly.
“And handsome, too.”
“You look handsome tonight, Bryce.”
“So do you.”
“Close enough. Go get ’em,” Colleen said. “I’ll be eavesdropping.”
She held the door for Paulie and went behind the bar, pulled a Guinness for Gerard, automatically smiled at his compliment because he was a schmoozer of the first class, and watched her protégé.
There weren’t too many people here; it was a Tuesday in late May, and the summer season hadn’t really begun yet, so she had a great view.
She really hoped this went well. She owed Paulie a little happiness.
When they were in sixth grade, something happened to Paulie. Her hair turned greasy, her face broke out and she thickened without growing in height. Not a big deal. After all, Faith had epilepsy, Jessica Dunn wore hand-me-downs, Asswipe Jones’s dandruff could’ve been covered by The Weather Channel. Paulie’s awkwardness wasn’t that big a deal.
But then came The Smell. A not-very-good smell that wafted from Paulie. The other kids noticed it but didn’t say anything. Not at first. But then whispers started, and Paulie seemed completely unaware, smiling, blushing, always being so damn nice.
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