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If I was surprised to be recognized, I was even more so when I saw Henry Corbin in Aunt Winnie’s booth. Not by it, just visiting. In it, wrapping a painting in brown paper.
“Are Aunt Winnie and your grandfather together?”
“That’s a complicated question, but the simple answer is no.”
Before he could expand on that, we approached the booth and joined the crowd that surrounded it. Aunt Winnie may be hippy-dippy but she’s also a shrewd businesswoman and when people find out she’s selling her paintings in person somewhere, they come out in droves.
She saw Max and me and excused herself from the people she was speaking with.
“I figured we’d stop by, say hi, and confirm dinner plans,” I said. “We had a couple ideas but didn’t really decide what we’re doing.”
“Henry is joining us so how about if we just meet you at The Rusty Skipper at six? Does that give you enough time at the music festival?”
She directed that question at Max. Which makes sense because I honestly have no idea.
“More than enough,” he said.
More people approached the table, a few of them pointed at Winnie.
“We’ll let you get back to your adoring fans,” I said. “See you at six.”
She gave both Max and me a kiss on the cheek and we both said goodbye to Henry before heading toward the exit. On the way out, I slowed and looked at every booth, fighting the urge to stop.
“You can stop if you want,” Max said.
“No, that’s fine. We’ve already been here longer than planned. I’ll come back before I leave to buy some things.”
He looked like he was going to say something but stopped when someone called his name.
Max
I looked over to see Dex and Courtney approaching with the twins. Thank God. Eve has mentioned going back to Scranton multiple times today. Talking to them will be a nice distraction to keep me from saying something stupid like, “Maybe you should stay longer.”
Eventually I will say that, but like Pop always says, “There’s a time and a place for everything.” On the way out of the farmer’s market is neither of those.
I introduced Eve to Dex and Courtney.
“And those sleepy guys are Andrew and Aaron,” I said.
“They’re so adorable,” she said.
“We come here every week and plan the outing for nap time,” Courtney said.
“That’s smart.”
“Thankfully once they’re out, they’ll sleep through anything.” She smiled at her husband. “Just like their father.”
“I should act insulted, but I can’t,” Dex said. “She’s right. I can sleep anywhere and through anything. All in all, it’s a good trait to pass on to kids, right?”
“From a mother of a former colicky child who didn’t sleep for almost a year, I say it’s a great trait to pass on,” Eve said.
I listened to them talk about sleep schedules and other baby-related things for a few minutes before Dex totally changed the subject.
“I was actually going to call you,” he said. “Do you have a roofing nail gun I can borrow for a day? I’m helping Courtney’s dad replace the roof on his garage and if you remember, the last time I did something like that with a hammer, my hand was curled into a fist for a week.”
“That’s his story and he’s sticking to it,” I said to Courtney.
“You’re an ass,” Dex said, even though he was laughing.
