“Check one off the list,” she told the dog.
She drove down Water Street. Busier today, she noted. Full-blown spring didn’t just bring out the green and the flowers, it brought out the tourists.
They wandered the streets, the shops, with go-cups and cameras and shopping bags. As she looked for parking, she saw boats gliding or putting out of slips, and the kayak/bike rental, with those colorful boats displayed, doing a bang-up business.
She really wanted to try kayaking.
She found her parking spot, pulled in, turned around to the dog.
“You have to wait in the carI warned youbut we can take a walk around after this stop and before the grocery store. Best I can offer.”
He tried to get out when she opened the back to get the box, and the tussle that ensued to deny him illustrated clearly he’d put on weight and muscle. Gone was the weak, bone-thin dog limping down the shoulder of the road.
She got the back closed again, had to lean against it to catch her breath. When she glanced back, he was all but pressed against the rear window, blue eyes devastated.
“I can’t take you into the shop. That’s how it goes.”
She picked up the box she’d had to put down to win the war, started down the sidewalk. Looked back.
Now he had his muzzle out the partially opened side window.
“Don’t let him win,” she muttered, and aimed her eyes forward.
She knew Jenny worked that morning, as Jenny had called her the night before. Had offered sympathy and comfort. Had offered to bring food, bring alcohol, bring anything needed.
Friendship so easily offered was as unusual for Naomi as ten minutes of small talk in the post office.
She opened the door of the shop to a lovely citrus scent, an artistic clutter of pretty things, and the bustle of business. The bustle made her consider coming back during a lullif she’d known when and if lulls happened. But Jenny, discussing an old washbasin currently filled with soaps and lotions with a customer, spotted her and gave her a cheerful come-ahead signal.
So she wandered, saw half a dozen things she wanted to buy. Reminded herself she hadn’t come to shop, had a house in crazed construction and shouldn’t shop.
And ended up picking up a set of wrought-iron candle stands that absolutely belonged in her library.
“Let me take that.” The minute she could work herself over, Jenny took the box, set it down. “And do this first.”
Smelling lightly of peaches, she wrapped her arms around Naomi, tight, tight.
“I’m so glad to see you.” She loosened the hug enough to tip back, study Naomi’s face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“Xander stayed with you?”
“He stayed.”
“All right. We’re not going to think about it right now. It’s all anyone’s talking about when they catch a breath, but we’re not going to think about it.”
“You’re awfully busy.”
“Tour package.” Jenny took a satisfied and slightly calculating glance around the shop. “We’ve got two busloads in town for the day. The town planner worked the deal months ago. So we’re very carefully not mentioning what you and I aren’t thinking about in front of tourists. Or trying not to mention.”
She bent down to pick up the box again. “I want to show these to Krista. Come with me. She just went in the back, and we’re covered out here for a few minutes.”
“You’re really busy,” Naomi reminded her, but Jenny was already nudging her along.
Jenny skirted around tables, displays, all bright chatter, and reminded Naomi of a pretty bird singing as it flitted from branch to branch.
She skirted around a counter and through a door into a storeroom/office area where a woman with streaky brown hair bundled up and held in place with a pair of jeweled chopsticks sat at a computer.
“Tracked the shipmentit’s out for delivery, praise Jesus.”
“I’ve got some potential stock and Naomi Carson for you, Krista.”
Krista swiveled on her chair and slid off a pair of purple cheaters. She had a good face with wide brown eyes, a long, full mouthand the glint of a tiny ruby stud on the left side of her nose.
“I’m so happy to meet you. Pretend there’s a seat I can offer you. I really like your work,” she added. “I’ve combed your website several times, and nagged Jenny to get you in here.”
“I love your shopwhich I’ve avoided because I’m weak. I’ve already picked out candle stands, and I probably can’t leave without that oval wall mirror with the antiqued bronze frame.”
“Jenny’s piece.”
“Flea market rehab,” Jenny confirmed. “Naomi brought us some photos.” Jenny set the box on the crowded desk. “I resisted pawing through myself.”