When
David was Surprised
Chapter One
Today
is Sunday, and David is excited. On
Sundays, Mother and Pop and David usually go to church, then out to brunch at
Uncle Bob's Pancake House. But this
Sunday is different. Mother, David and
Pop are all going to see a Broadway show in New York City. It's been a long time since David went to see
a show. When David's spending money was
stolen at Uncle Bob's a few months ago, Mother said they had to cut back.
Cutting
back means no shows and a movie only once a month. Cutting back means not going out for
dinner. Today, however, they are going
to see a show and go out to dinner afterwards.
Today is a special day.
In the
back seat of Pop's car, David drums his fingers and hums along to his iPod while
he waits for Mother and Pop to finish getting ready. He wishes Mother and Pop would get their
rears in gear. That's what Alan his job
coach says they have to do when there is a big job at work.
David
had his rear in gear until Mother told him to sit in the car. David has been waiting in the car for quite a
while.
The only thing that would make today more perfect
is if Sarah were going, too. Sarah is the girl of David's dreams. She has long red hair and a beautiful
smile. David has not seen Sarah in quite
a while and he wonders where she is. She
has not come to church. She has not gone
to listen to choir practice. She has not
been at Jean and Bob's restaurant, where David looks for her every morning
before he goes to work.
Across
the street, Mr. Wallace comes out of his house and begins to prune his
bushes. When he sees David sitting in
the car, he comes over. "Good
morning, David. What are you doing in
the car?"
"I'm
waiting for Mother and Pop," says David.
Just then, the front door opens, and both Mother and Pop step
outside. Mother locks the door. Pop is carrying a large shopping bag that
says "Macy's."
David
wonders what is inside the bag. Pop
opens the door next to David and puts the bag on the empty seat beside
him. "Take care of that, big
guy," he says. "How are you
today, Bill?"
David
looks inside the bag. There are two
presents inside the bag. They are both
the same size. One is wrapped in pink
paper and one is wrapped in purple paper.
One has bright pink ribbons and the other has bright purple
ribbons.
Mother
and Pop say good-bye to Mr. Wallace.
Pop holds Mother's door and shuts it carefully. Mother puts on her seat belt, then turns
around to look at David. Her lipstick is the same pink as her
jacket. "I
have a surprise for you."
"Oh?"
asks David, very curious. He takes his
earphones out of his ears. "Is it
in those presents?"
"No,
not in the presents," says Mother.
"They're not for you. And I
can't tell you anymore, because then it wouldn't be a surprise. But you'll get the surprise at the
show." She turns to face the front
and winks at Pop.
Pop
glances up at David's reflection in the rear-view mirror. "I think you'll enjoy your surprise,
David."
"Is it Sarah? Is Sarah coming to the show today?" The thought of sitting beside Sarah at a
Broadway show makes David's heart feel as if it's gotten so big inside his
chest, he can hardly breathe.
Mother
and Pop look at each other. David looks
at Mother. David looks at Pop.
"No,
David," says Mother. "Sarah is
not coming to the show today."
"We
haven't seen Sarah in a while," says Pop.
"I
miss her," says David. He sighs like
an old balloon. "Where is she? Why doesn't she come to Jean and Bob's for
breakfast? Why doesn't she come to
church?"
"I'll
try calling Mrs. Lindsay when we get home," says Mother. "Would you like that, David?"
"Oh,
yes!" says David. He puts his
earphones back in his ears. He turns on
his iPod. The song is from another Broadway
show and it's about having a dream. David has dreams, too. Most of them are about Sarah.
David watches the
people inside the cars, sitting two by two.
David wishes Sarah was sitting
next to him. David imagines sitting next to Sarah, holding
her hand. David thinks Sarah has the most beautiful
hands he has ever seen. Sarah talks with
her hands by moving her fingers. Her hands and her fingers move in graceful
circles and strokes. Some nights, before
he falls asleep, he imagines Sarah and her beautiful hands touching him.
David is learning how to talk with his hands, too. Mother found a teacher who comes to David's
house every Thursday afternoon. His name
is Mr. Reed. Mr. Reed is teaching David
how to talk with his hands so that David can talk to Sarah.
David imagines sitting next to Sarah talking with their
hands while Mother and Pop talk in the front seat. David
imagines her beautiful smile. David
imagines kissing each one of Sarah's long fingers with pink nail polish on the
tips.
Before he knows it, Mother is shaking his shoulder again. "David, wake up! We're here."
"Okay, okay!" says David so Mother will stop
shaking him. He opens his eyes, sits up
straighter, and looks around. They are
parked inside a garage with dingy gray walls and dirty concrete floors. It smells like the garage where Pop takes the
car when it needs to be fixed. Pop is
talking to a man with a big black mustache.
Pop takes the shopping bag with the presents out of the back seat. Then he gives the key to the man with the
mustache. The man gives Pop a
ticket.
"Come on," says Pop. He picks up the bag, and tucks the ticket
into his jacket. "Let's go."
In just a few steps, they are in the middle of a narrow
street. The street is crowded with lots
of cars and people. Mother holds David's
arm tightly. Pop leads the way. They turn a corner and are swallowed up by an
even bigger crowd. There are so many
people they crowd the sidewalks. They
spill over the curbs and into the very wide street.
David looks at the enormous city all around him. The buildings are very high and there are
signs on almost all of them. Some
flash. Some have pictures or words
rolling across them. One is even like a
big TV, high up on one side. David
doesn't know which way to look first.
"Come on," Pop says. He points across the street. "There's our theatre."
As they start to cross the street, David sees that people
are walking back and forth across the street without stopping to look and see
if anything is coming. As Pop starts to
step off the curb, David pulls him back.
"Pop!" says David.
"Don't forget to look!"
Pop smiles.
"Good job, David. But,
look. We don't have to worry about
cars. The street is blocked off so no
cars can come through here. Only people are allowed in the street
today."
David looks back and forth.
He sees that Pop is right. There
are no cars or cabs or busses. There are
only lots and lots of people.
The people are in all shapes and sizes and colors. Some people are wearing dark business suits and
look as if they are heading somewhere very important. Some people are wearing khaki shorts and
t-shirts as if they are on vacation.
Some people are wearing loose pajama bottoms and rumpled sweatshirts and
look as if they just got out of bed.
Everyone is moving fast.
Some people are talking loudly into cellphones and some people are
talking to each other. There are even a
few people who seem to be talking to themselves.
As they cross the street, David sees a very tall man playing
the guitar in the middle of the street.
He has long blond hair. He is
wearing cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, and nothing in between.
Mother stops short and gasps. "Oh, my, William!"
Pop laughs.
"It's the Naked Cowboy."
"What?" asks David. He can hardly believe his eyes. The naked man is walking up and down the
street. He is playing his guitar and
singing. Many girls are following him,
snapping pictures. David wonders what it
would be like to walk around naked and play a guitar all day. David doesn't think Mother would think it was
a good idea.
David wonders what Sarah would think. A lot of girls seem to like the naked
cowboy.
Mother laughs. Pop
laughs. The cowboy turns around. David sees he isn't totally naked. He is wearing a pair of white underpants with
the words Naked Cowboy written across the back.
David wore underpants like that when he was a little boy. The idea of a grown man walking around
playing a guitar wearing little boy's underpants makes David laugh.
David laughs and laughs.
Mother pulls him across the street, and the three of them go into the
theatre still laughing. "It is the
funniest thing, isn't it," whispers Mother as they find their seats. "But, look, David. Look who's here waiting for us. What do you think of your surprise?"
David stops laughing.
Sitting in the middle of row is the last person David expects to see.
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