At Hank's football game, though, Paul got quite the surprise.
Hank was doing really well on the field, and even though Paul didn't really like or understand football, he was sitting in the front row cheering for his brother. He could see Hank and his friends on the benches whenever they weren't on the field, excitedly talking about all the places they could drive now, and he was just happy Hank was happy.
At halftime, while Hank was cooling off with some water and Paul was considering going to get something to eat, three of Hank's friends whispered together for a few moments, staring right at Paul, and then started to make their way over to him. Paul tensed, but held his ground. He could see Hank, suddenly alert and eyeing the group warily.
"Hey, Paul," one of the guys said as they all stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Paul replied carefully.
"So we heard you were the one who helped Hank pass his driver's test the second time," Hank's friend went on. "Nice one."
"We wouldn't have thought there was anything in taking a deep breath," the second guy went on, "but you know something - it's been helping me when I take my new car out for a spin. Not that I get nervous," he added hastily.
"So we wanted to say - well, nice going," the third one added, arms folded and not looking directly at Paul, as though he was unused to giving compliments.
"Yeah," the first friend finished for all of them. "Guess you're all right after all, theatre boy." He punched Paul lightly in the arm. Paul automatically put up a hand to defend himself, but it was only a friendly punch, and it didn't hurt at all.
The three guys walked away, leaving Paul not quite sure of what had just happened.
"Were those three bothering you?" Hank's voice came from right behind Paul.
"No," Paul assured him. "I think now even your friends understand the power of just taking a deep breath."
Hank was doing really well on the field, and even though Paul didn't really like or understand football, he was sitting in the front row cheering for his brother. He could see Hank and his friends on the benches whenever they weren't on the field, excitedly talking about all the places they could drive now, and he was just happy Hank was happy.
At halftime, while Hank was cooling off with some water and Paul was considering going to get something to eat, three of Hank's friends whispered together for a few moments, staring right at Paul, and then started to make their way over to him. Paul tensed, but held his ground. He could see Hank, suddenly alert and eyeing the group warily.
"Hey, Paul," one of the guys said as they all stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Paul replied carefully.
"So we heard you were the one who helped Hank pass his driver's test the second time," Hank's friend went on. "Nice one."
"We wouldn't have thought there was anything in taking a deep breath," the second guy went on, "but you know something - it's been helping me when I take my new car out for a spin. Not that I get nervous," he added hastily.
"So we wanted to say - well, nice going," the third one added, arms folded and not looking directly at Paul, as though he was unused to giving compliments.
"Yeah," the first friend finished for all of them. "Guess you're all right after all, theatre boy." He punched Paul lightly in the arm. Paul automatically put up a hand to defend himself, but it was only a friendly punch, and it didn't hurt at all.
The three guys walked away, leaving Paul not quite sure of what had just happened.
"Were those three bothering you?" Hank's voice came from right behind Paul.
"No," Paul assured him. "I think now even your friends understand the power of just taking a deep breath."
"What do you mean?" Una once again prepared to listen. Everett replied, "While my immediate family was supportive of my dream to go into film editing, not everyone was kind. Lots of people told me that I couldn't do it: most of my schoolmates, some teachers, even my extended family." She said, "How awful!" He said, "I know, but I didn't let that keep me down. My father even told me that I should go for it, no matter what anyone says. I looked at different film schools, and I got accepted into one that is fairly close to where I grew up. Upon graduating, I started preparing to go to film school. I started that fall, and I got a job at the local diner to help my parents cover the apartment rent." Una added, "And that's where we met." Everett smiled. "Yes, Una. My life only got brighter from there." She said, "Aw! I say the same to you, Everett." With that, they kissed.
Some time later, Una and Everett were settled in a cozy small cafe eating sandwiches and sipping pumpkin spice lattes while foil cutouts of cute ghosts and pumpkins hung from the walls around them.
"Thanks again, Una," Everett said after a time. "I just... I don't like small spaces very much."
Una smiled at him and reached across the table to touch his hand. "Hey, you saved my life once. It's time I saved yours."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, enjoying this much calmer stage of their Halloween celebrations. Una was first to break it.
"I can't believe we solved a real mystery! I can't wait to go home and tell Mother what the secret of the haunted house is."
"Yes," Everett smiled at her. "The secret is my talented actress and her ghost impression."
Una beamed.
"Thanks again, Una," Everett said after a time. "I just... I don't like small spaces very much."
Una smiled at him and reached across the table to touch his hand. "Hey, you saved my life once. It's time I saved yours."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, enjoying this much calmer stage of their Halloween celebrations. Una was first to break it.
"I can't believe we solved a real mystery! I can't wait to go home and tell Mother what the secret of the haunted house is."
"Yes," Everett smiled at her. "The secret is my talented actress and her ghost impression."
Una beamed.