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“I’m not surprised. He was always such a generous boy.”
“She was with her baby and he bought them food and supplies to last them awhile.”
“That’s incredibly sweet Julia.”
“I know,” I admit quietly, “and he did it while keeping her dignity intact. I’ve never seen anything like it.” A lump forms in my throat.
There he goes, affecting me again.
I stick around Sadie’s shop for about an hour. I lounge on the dark purple settee she has in her window, people watching and chatting with Sadie about nothing in particular. That’s when I see him. I jump up and crouch behind the settee, my head just above the tufted back. He walks over to the newly renovated old fashioned train station and sits on the bench just outside it. What are you up to now Elliott gray?
“What are you doing Julia?”
“Shh, get down.” I grab her sleeve and pull. “I’m spying on Elliott Gray.”
Sadie crouches down beside me.
“What’s he doing?” She asks.
“He’s just sitting there. Wait! Someone’s coming!”
“Isn’t that Robyn Larson?”
I accidentally growl through gritted teeth. Oops. Sadie laughs. Robyn Larson is an incredibly sweet girl but she’s rather popular with the boys at school. I tried once our sophomore year to get her to be my friend, thought it would help her self-esteem a little, get her to realize she was something worth waiting for but it wasn’t happening. She knew what she wanted. I tried, at least.
“I don’t like him. I don’t want him,” I say bluntly.
“Oh yeah, because everyone growls. It’s a natural part of everyday conversation right?”
I have no witty retort for that.
“What do you suppose they’re talking about?” Sadie asks.
“I don’t know. Why didn’t I bring my spy equipment with me today?”
“You left them at home again?” She snaps her middle finger and thumb, playing along. “Must be setting next to the four inch incisors that came with that growl.”
“Funny.”
“I thought it was.”
Elliott and Robyn sit for at least half an hour before going their separate ways. Sadie and I stay camped out on the floor even after Elliott turns the corner at Thatcher’s. Apparently, neither of us heard the bell ring earlier because I look to my left and Sawyer is crouched beside me.
“What are we looking at?” He asks, with the largest smile on his face, when I finally take notice of him.
“Are you destined to interrupt every embarrassing moment I have?”
“Looks like it.”
“Awesome. What? Do you get memos or something?”
“Possibly.”
“Mind forwarding those to me? I’d rather avoid these little moments if I could.”
“Where would be the fun in that?”
We all stand up and Sadie tucks herself behind her counter.
