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A wistful expression transformed her face. “All I know is somewhere warm.”
“Bring me back some sand.”
“And a coconut?”
I laughed. “Yeah. A coconut too.”
“We talked about it and decided to take Ella with us.”
“I get it.”
“Andrew doesn’t want to be away from her, either.”
I kissed the crown of Ella’s head. “I'll miss you, but we’ll have some girl time when you get back.” The realization that Trish and Ella would be away and Mrs. Quinn was busy with Mr. Dixon brought on this feeling of incredible loneliness.
My phone trilled from inside my bag. I juggled Ella as I reached down for it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Baker Holland?”
“Um, yes.”
“I’m Juniper Montgomery. I picked up some of your lip gloss from the food truck on Park. I own a boutique down the street and wanted to see how I go about ordering the product for my store.”
I looked at Trish with wide eyes and pointed at the phone as I tried not to jump out of my seat.
“That’s terrific. I’m so glad you like it.” I struggled to contain my excitement and prayed that my voice sounded professional. “What kind of quantity do you need?”
The words came out as a bit of a squeal, and Trish did a fist pump.
“I’m thinking one hundred to start so I can test market. And can we discuss pricing? Is the retail price firm? Because if I’m being perfectly honest, it’s too cheap for the quality of the product.”
My heart thundered in my ears. Someone thought my product was worth more. It was one thing to hear that from the people I cared about and completely another from a stranger. Pride filled me that I’d created something of value.
“What do you think it should retail for?” I asked carefully.
“In my shop, easily the $8 to $10 range. Maybe more.”
I fiddled with the hem of my sweater, even as joy overflowed inside me. “It’s important to me that it be affordable.”
“I understand, but you shouldn’t sell yourself short.” A door chime signaled on the other end of the line. “I want to know more about the charity the proceeds go to. Do you have information I can display?”
“Yes,” I lied. “That’s no problem.” I flashed Trish anoh shitlook.
“What’s the turnaround time if I order today?”
I swallowed hard. “We’re a little behind because of the demand, but I think I could have fifty to you in a week and the other fifty a week after that.”
A noise of dissatisfaction came through the phone. “No sooner?”
“We can try to rush, but I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep.”
“I respect that. Let me give you my details.”
“Please. I’ll email you the invoice later today.” I scrambled for a pen, Trish handed me a paper napkin.
“I’ve got a feeling about this,” she said. “If this sells like I think it will, be ready for me to double my next order.”
