Thad tried to distract himself by making small talk as they worked. “Too bad you won’t be able to drive this fancy car around town too much longer.”
“What do you mean?” Iggy asked, rubbing the newly waxed finish to a shine.
“Well, you and Danny Otis were gonna do a commercial for Grayling Ford, right?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Don’t you think they’d be a bit upset if you were driving a Lexus instead of a Ford?”
“Geez, I never thought of that,” Iggy said. “I better check that out. Thanks for the heads-up, Thad.”
Thad smiled, pleased he had done something to help Iggy out in some way.
When they were done, Iggy once more put his arm casually around the young man’s shoulders as he admired their work and complemented Thad on the fine job he had done. The batboy was both pleased and relieved.
“Let’s go around back,” Iggy said. “I’ll show you the stuff I want done around the pool. You did bring your trunks?”