“Willow is right. With the scarf show canceled, we both have to work.” Pam grinned. “But once our design company gets off the ground, we’ll kiss the Acme Insurance Company good-bye!”
Reva smiled back. The scarf show was history. But her father had decided to stock some of Pam’s and Willow’s other designs year-round.
Vests, more scarves, even a few dresses would be in the Dalby department stores as fast as Pam and Willow could get them ready.
And they’d be marketed under the PAM-WILLOW label.
Reva felt glad for them. But even though she didn’t have anything to do with the company, she still thought Reva Wear was a much catchier name. But forced herself to keep her mouth shut about it.
It was Christmas Eve, after all.
“Hey, Reva!” Michael called out, holding up a large package wrapped in red paper. “This one is for me!”
“Don’t shake it,” Reva warned him. “And don’t try to peek through the wrapping paper, either. You can open it tomorrow.”
Michael slowly set the package down, looking disappointed. Then he jumped up and raced toward the couch, aiming his foot for another ninja kick.
“Haiee-yahh!”
The couch slid forward another half inch.
“Isn’t it going to scratch the floor?” Pam asked. “Maybe he should stop.”
“Oh, let him do it,” Reva told her. “Sometimes it’s nice to have a ninja around.”
“Right,” Willow agreed. “Too bad he wasn’t there when Grant attacked Ellie. And tried to kill you, Reva.”
“I didn’t need a ninja that night. I had Pam,” Reva replied, turning to her cousin. “Thanks again, Pam. You saved my life.”
Pam fiddled with her ponytail, looking embarrassed. “Actually, I didn’t save your life,” she said. “The green scarf did.”
“I guess you’re right.” Reva laughed. “Grant didn’t stand a chance with it tied around his ankles. It was really well-made.” She sipped some cider and leaned back in her chair. “You know, I’m thinking of buying one for myself. Any idea where I can get it?”
“You don’t have to buy one.” Pam went to the Christmas tree and picked up a box wrapped in shiny green foil. She held out the box to Reva and grinned. “Guess what I’m giving you for Christmas?”