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His expression turned introspective. I couldn’t make out what his eyes were saying, but there was something there, for sure. Before the hammer incident, had he been settling for whatever life had handed him? What were his dreams? Again, it wasn’t fair to ask.
Out of nowhere, claws dug into my boob.
I hissed. “Oww.”
“Are you all right?”
I nodded and reached into the sling on my chest, retrieving the wiggly weasel. “Miso’s apparently decided I only need one boob.”
“Good thing she’s not in charge of your anatomy. I like them both.”
I chuckled, attached the leash in my pocket to Miso’s halter, and set her on the ground. “I’m fairly attached to them myself.”
Oscar took my hand in his. It was big and warm and strong. This was such a simple gesture, and somehow after spending a ridiculous amount of time touching each other all over, one of the most intimate.
Miso hopped in the grass, a furry little dragon floating down the path.
“She’s right about one thing, we should definitely go this way.” I led Oscar to the next area, where a local art museum rotated sculptural exhibits. The one currently on display was my favorite yet.
Oscar gestured toward a pink monstrosity to the left. “What isthatsupposed to be?”
“Welcome toAnts at a Beach Picnic.”
“What?”
“That’s what the exhibit is called. Each piece is made from garbage cleaned up along Carolina shorelines.”
“Okay, but what does a trash flamingo have to do with ants?”
“We’re the ants,” I said. I’d had to look up the same question myself, because it was definitely not clear. Pointing, I added, “Over there, look. It’s a beachball made entirely of washed up doll heads.”
“That’s disgusting,” he said in a playful tone.
I laughed.
“What kind of nightmare did you bring me into?” Oscar’s mismatched eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Isn’t it wonderful?”
His eyes on me, a look of adoration overtaking his face, he said, “Positively splendid.”
Miso pulled on her leash.
My phone rang.
“Shoot,” I said.
Oscar took the leash from me so I could pull out my phone. I intended to silence it, until I saw the name lit up on the screen.
Resplendent Theatre.
Nervous energy crackled beneath my skin. A blubbery gasp of excitement bubbled out of my throat. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually gettingthe call.
I flashed the screen at Oscar.
“Answer it,” he said with an encouraging grin. “You’ve got this.”
My fingers hovered over the green answer button. I took in a deep breath. I did have this. I was a super boss lady who could do anything. The universe had no choice but to reflect back my positive energy.
