Dad?”
“He left about a half an hour ago to go to his other home. There’s some kind of sale on mulch or potting soil, dirt of some type. Then he was going down to the dock to get some shrimp for dinner,” she said.
My father’s other home is the Garden of Eden nursery. My mother says that he spends so much time there that it’s where his mail should go.
“Speaking of dinner,” she continued, “We missed you last night.”
Okay, here we go. I swallowed a bite of toast and followed that with sip of coffee and said, “The interview went a little long, so I just grabbed a bite there and had a couple of drinks.” Whew.
“I’ve never eaten there. What did you have?” she asked as she took off her reading glasses and turned her eyes to mine.
Damn. “Uh, I just had a grouper sandwich and a salad.” I hoped to God that there was a grouper sandwich on the menu, because my mom would check.
“I’ll have to try that. How did the interview go?” she asked.
“It went okay,” I told her. “The owner was very nice, and the place has a great view.”
“Alex Westfield— he’s the owner, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he said that he would call me today. But I don’t think I got the job. My application wasn’t very impressive,” I told her.
“Did anything come up about your situation? I imagine that would have some bearing on his decision.”
I looked out the window and said, “No, we didn’t really get to that.”
“Honey, do you really think it’s a good idea to get a job right now? Waiting tables isn’t going to bring in much money, and you’re on your feet all day. You know your father and I aren’t going to pressure you. We understand how stressful the whole situation is for you.”
“I know, Mom. You and Dad have been great, and you know I appreciate it. I just want something to take my mind off of things.”
She stood up, then rinsed off her plate and teacup and put them in the dishwasher. Then she turned and leaned on the sink. “We’re just worried about you. If you want to talk, we’re here for you anytime. I hope you know that.”
I got up and put my dishes in the sink , then gave my mother a big hug. “I know, Mom. I love you both. Like I said, I don’t think it’s going to be an issue, since I’m pretty sure I won’t get the job.”
“If that’s the case,” she said, “I think it’s just as well. Now, will you be joining us for dinner?”
I hope not, I thought to myself, because that would m ean I wasn’t having dinner with Alex. Trying to seem casual I said, “I don’t think so. I was thinking of going out. Maybe to a movie, I’m not really sure.” That’s wasn’t a lie, since I really didn’t know what was going to happen. “But I’ll probably be late, so don’t wait up.”
“Suit yourself. I’ve got to go get ready for bridge with the ladies. There’s sandwich stuff in the fridge, so help yourself,” she said as she left the kitchen.
I put my dishes in the dishwasher and went back to the cottage to wait for Alex’s call. I was sitting on the couch flipping through Vanity Fair and not really reading any of it when my phone finally rang. I looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number. My heart was fluttering as I pushed the talk button and said, “Hello?”
“Kat, I don’t know if you remember me, but we met yesterday and seemed to hit it off,” Alex said with a playful lilt to his voice.
I matched his tone and re plied, “Yesterday was very busy; could you be more specific?”
He laughed a little. “I was the guy who took off all of your clothes and put his face in your lap. Does that help?”
When we were done laughing , I said, “Hi, Alex, I was really hoping you would call.”
“I would’ve called sooner but I just got up. I didn’t get home until 4:30. From now on, I’m just going to throw the dirty dishes away and buy new ones. It might get pricey, but my sanity is worth it.”
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