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Brooks:how much are you buying?
Carly:Don’t worry about it.
Brooks:ok but I’m worried about it
Carly:I’m saying don’t worry about it right now. You need to try some of this stuff on before you decide, okay? I can return anything.
Brooks:you sure?
Carly:Positive.
Carly:Please hold for shoe pictures.
Brooks:i don’t need shoes
Carly:Hahahahahahahahaha
Brooks:wow
Brooks:are you this mean to all your clients?
Carly:You said you wanted honesty. “I can take it,” you said.
Brooks:is it too late to back out
Carly:Yes. Here are the shoes. I’m buying at least two, so tell me which ones you like best and ‘none’ isn’t an option.
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Brooks:is that it? because none of those
Carly:Cool I’ll pick then.
Smiling at the exchange, she gathered up the shoeboxes and clothes and made her way to the register, pleased with what she’d found. Her phone dinged with an incoming message, and she checked it when she got back to her car.
Brooks:hey will you ask your mom what’s wrong with these?
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Brooks:they’re my tomato plants and I think they’re dying
Carly:Sure
She forwarded the image right away with a quick explanation that it was from the garden of a friend who was new at the endeavor. She sat in her car for a moment, looking at the photo and thinking about Brooks’s words:
I guess after seeing that, I sort of liked the idea of bringing something to life.
He’d been talking about his job at the time, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much the loss of his mom, and then his dad a few years later, may have bled into his desire to grow things and keep them alive. She hoped her mom had some grand idea to salvage the plants, because something told her Brooks Martin was in desperate need of a win.
Chapter Six
Brooks
