Page 79 of As They Are
“You’re alive,” Mollie said when I came downstairs. “I thought you’d need to sleep in again.”
She and Cain had only seen me at breakfast and dinner. The rest of the time, I was playing on my phone in bed.
“I’mmostlyback.” I rolled my shoulder. “Could use a massage. But I’m not doing heavy lifting today.”
“Good. About the break thing. I’d totally take you to see a masseuse, but we don’t have those here.”
I opened my mouth to inform her of Henry’s secret talent, but then snapped it shut. That would open up far too many questions.
“So, what are you up to today?” she asked.
“Filming at the diner,” I replied. “And getting a bit of the farmers market.”
Mollie perked up. “You’ll be able to see my booth! I finally have enough jam to sell.”
“You’re gonna be a vendor at the market?” She’d been working hard, and I knew that she was planning on selling her new items, but I had no idea she was ready now.
Mollie nodded. “I was gonna see how you were feeling before inviting you. The booth isn’t gonna be thebest,but I’ll have a few things.”
“Is Cain going?”
“I’m dragging him for heavy-lifting purposes. And to grab things I want from the other vendors.”
Cain didn’t seem like the kind of guy to socialize. “And he’s ... okay with that?”
“Okay might be a strong word, but he’ll do it if I ask.” She set down a cup of coffee. “He just texted that he’s done loading the car, so we need to get going. See you soon?”
“I’ll be there,” I replied.
The whole square was packed when I pulled my truck into the last free parking spot. The air was already heavy and hot, which promised a miserable day, yet it didn’t seem to stop anyone.
“There arewaytoo many people,” Madison grumbled.
“This is nothing compared to Nashville.”
“I can reserve a street in Nashville,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “When will your boyfriend be here?”
“Any minute,” I said. “He might be fighting all of the people.”
“You can come in, you know,” a rough voice said as the door opened. We both turned to see Tammy staring at us. “I don’t bite.”
She was in a nicer outfit today, though her name tag still didn’t match. She didn’t want much filming done since Ron hated the idea of cameras in the diner. The B-roll footage Madison had planned was more than enough.
“I’m just waiting on Henry,” I said. “Though, I do have a question.”
“Hit me with it.”
“Should I call you Tammy or Mickie?”
“Is that what this one says?” She looked down at her name tag. “These days, I just grab one and run with it. Ron would say to call me Mickie. But I probably won’t answer if you do that.”
“That’s so confusing,” Madison said.
“I call it a quirk,” Tammy said. “I bet people will find it endearing.”
Madison shook her head and walked off.
“That one’s a real social butterfly,” Tammy announced.
