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“It didn’t have anything to do with that time you both almost got lost on the lake in the sailboat?”
“Maybe. Although, I forgave him for that a long time ago.”
“You forgave him?” Clara couldn’t help saying incredulously.
Kristin nodded with innocence.
“You mean it was his fault?” Clara said, clarifying.
“Yeah. Why? Does he blame me?” Kristin said, and Clara wasn’t sure whether she was angry or thought it was funny.
“He does. I never even thought to ask if it was something he had done.”
“Why that...” Kristin’s words trailed off as a lady walked up to Clara.
“How much for this one? I don’t see a tag on it.”
Clara gave Kristin a look, and her friend nodded, understanding she needed to get back to her customers. Kristen gave a little wave as Clara turned to the lady, looking at the painting.
“That one is fifty dollars,” she said with confidence. She had no idea. But if it didn’t have a tag, she was going to make something up. After all, that’s what she did when she priced them out last night. It wasn’t like it was rocket science. She just put prices on them and then ended up being shocked all day as people actually paid what she asked.
“All right. I’ll take this one and the one that my husband’s holding over there.”
“All right. Come on over here and you can pay. Cash or card?”
She walked to the little table she had set up with her credit card machine on the top and a cash register beside it. She was grateful she had had the foresight and the knowledge to get the credit card machine, since that’s how most people had paid.
“If you’d like me to, I can wrap these up for you,” she offered as she handed the lady her card and receipt.
“Our car is parked right down the road. I’ll have my husband carry them straight there. Thanks anyway,” the lady said. “Do you have a shop somewhere?” she asked as Clara started to turn away.
“I—”
“Miss Landry. I found you.”
Her mouth clamped closed. She knew that voice. Would recognize it anywhere. Heard it quite often in her dreams actually.
It was her boss, Alexander Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson. I... I thought you would be a little later.”
“We didn’t set a time, and you know I believe in being early.”
She nodded.
The lady with whom she had been talking had looked between the two of them a couple of times before she opened her mouth and asked the question that made Clara want to sink through the floor. “I’m sorry. Did you say you had a shop somewhere?”
“No. She doesn’t. She is my administrative assistant and an excellent one at that. Excuse us.”
Alexander gave the woman a look that had dismissed entire rooms of high-powered businesspeople. The poor lady didn’t have a chance but scurried away, grabbing her husband in the process.
Clara wasn’t even tempted to smile. And she still had the feeling that if the ground opened up and swallowed her whole, it would be a blessing.
“Let’s go somewhere we can talk,” Alexander said, not even looking to make sure the woman walked off.
“I can’t leave. This is my stand, and I’m responsible for it.”
“Call whoever’s artwork this is and have them come and man their own stand. You’re busy.”
