Chapter 11
MILO ALMOST MISSED HIS appointment Tuesday morning to tune Suzy Gibson’s piano, because everywhere he looked he saw something that made him think of Britta. She had finally said yes. It was a small yes, but Britta was coming to the potluck with him on Sunday. He’d already picked out a dark green blazer that he’d wear with a dress shirt and blue-and-green tie. Last night he couldn’t sleep, so he’d got out of bed and shined his shoes. He’d tried for months to get Britta to consider him as a man who was truly interested in her—one that didn’t need prodding from anyone to recognize her beauty.
If only her mother hadn’t called him that day. Milo already knew who Britta was and was waiting for the chance to introduce himself and ask her out. That was his problem: he always waited wh
