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23 November 2023
Was that English mystery for ‘tea’ down the wrong side a side street
In the end, Faun did wind up in Grant’s….
it’s best not to get ahead of things, certainly, but, with the amount of chaos two teenaged girls can create and having to unknot the damage —an overcharge that was fixed with a refund for six thousand dollars; a complaint from someone in Berlin Germany for a phone call about a book they didn’t order that woke them in the middle of the night (Jennifer was still not getting the dialing sequence must be cleared by hanging up the receiver, not by pushing the red light) —and a few confusing issues they seemed to be having with ….money—as in the physical kind. So, their total disregard for safe keeping the cash went right over their heads. Several times Faun had found the cash register drawer left open so….
By the time the mothers —Paula and Pamela of Jessica and Jennifer (respectively) came to collect the girls (Jessica at 6:03, Jennifer at 6:07)
when Grant found Faun in the cash office counting down the drawer—and having problems making it balance with the estimated cash deposite ….
he found her looking disheveled with the frustration of the task in front of her; her glasses askew on her face and her hair standing up in places where it looked like she had pulled at it in a kind of frustrated fit, juxtaposing the teal colored tweed skirt and matching suit jacket otherwise smart ensemble, contrasted by a cream colored satin blouse that had a long ribboned tie and pearl buttons.
Her little ballet pumps with the big buttons, he noticed, were kicked off by feet, outlined in opaque black tights
“You look like you could use a drink,” Grant said as he, after the fact, tapped lightly in the door as if meant as a knock
Faun looked up,
“Oh do you have one?” as she looked hopefully for this possibility
Grant laughed,
“I know where Arthur hid his sherry but I was thinking more along the lines of going somewhere—would you eat fish? There’s a place I read about….”
Faun stared at him for a moment. She was still adding and subtracting in her mind.
And wasn’t there something she was supposed to …. make him suffer for …. a little longer?
“Ummm—but—oh! My wall!” as it hit her just then what it was she had meant to be asking about
Grant went over to the desk where she was, took all the cash and put it in an envelope—
“No wait—that’s not the deposit—that has the base fund; I can’t make it balance—“ she was saying as he was still removing the cash from her fingers
“You need to get out of here, I think,” he said this as he placed the cash and the till into the antique safe and quickly shut it.
He turned and looked for her coat, recognizing the dark green adirondak coat,
“Let’s go,” he said slipping a hand under each of her arm pits, and while holding her coat, pulled her up from the chair, “the deposit can wait—I’ll clear it with the boss, so, don’t worry.”
The sea food place Grant had read about seemed to be very good; it had a waiting cue. But Grant insisted they wait and order drinks. Faun would be willing to swear it was a margarita. At least the first one was. And she would be willing to swear the seafood was probably amazing.
What were they talking about?
The Bishops….the shop….his childhood, where he grew up….he made her laugh at things he talked about….
It was just a bit hazy. Except for his eyes—as she could not look at anything else as they sat at the table….and what he said….everything he said….and for the first time in forever, she forgot to be self conscious and relaxed next to him
There was that moment after the paying of the check when Grant was helping her on with her coat
“Oh no….” Grant suddenly had said as they headed out towards the door to go and now —watching how often Faun paused to study the textures of the wallpaper
“Hmmm….?” she was, at that point running her fingers over the velvety texture as she walked and humming to herself
“You can’t drive,” he said
His meaning wasn’t clear until they were outside.
“It’s so hazy out,” but she was squinting and then dropped the car keys in the little snow drift by the car door. “Shit.” And fell down on top of the drift.
It was when she decided she felt comfortable there that when Grant leaned over her and said,
“give me the keys,” the other thing he said finally made sense
After that
It was awhile in the car. How long was she staring at the glove compartment? And still in the restaurant’s parking lot.
Finally she thought to look at Grant. He seemed to be having a personal conversation with himself. The tequila was making it harder for her to grasp most of it—or was it the translation?
“Key…”he said under his breath and looked from the key to the areas of the antiquated steering wheel and dashboard. He tapped the spot when he located it with the key—but was not in a hurry to insert it. He let out a breath. “Right side….” he said aloud. Then looked at the key again. Another deep breath. “Two lanes —yellow lines….how do you turn right?”
“It’s two left turns,” Faun suddenly said
“Sorry?”
“Going back,” she clarified, “I mean from here.”
“Oh….that’s even better….”
But Faun did not remember the journey back.
There was a moment she heard that terrifying sound of car horns being blown as they drove by some cars and someone yelled something that sounded like,
“pick a fucking lane—your other left asshole!!”
but it made sense with her dream somehow—so,
it wasn’t until she was dumped actually into his bed —quite similar as she had been the last time, as a matter of fact
21 November 2023
Side street bookshop girls first day scene cont
Sheila reappeared, emerging from the the stacks from her favorite genre,
“Well you told him,” she said watching Faun's face
“Huh?—who?” Faun asked her
Sheila rolled her eyes,
“mister artful dodger, isn’t he the nephew?”
Faun felt her face burn and stared mutely back at her
Finally Sheila said,
“Oh, don’t play dumb—I’ve been watching you guys for weeks but, don’t let me interrupt your orientation with our new employees—this should be interesting. Well, if you need me, you know where to find me.”
Deciding not to give much pause over that, Faun marched in the direction of the cafe
~a bit later on~
Seeing as they had conquered the espresso machine, Faun decided after a store tour— that it was the right time for a few basics.
She waved Jessica and Jennifer to follow her behind the cash register area
“So,” Faun looked at both of them, “pop quiz—can either of you tell me what this is?”
The two girls, dressed similarly to each other wearing the latest trend in jeans with retro 90’s band name sweatshirts
“Uhhh….” Jennifer stared
Faun was pointing to the store phone
“Oh! I know—my grandmother has one of those! It’s an adding machine—right?—no wait—I mean a calculator! See these are the numbers you press….” Jessica stopped herself now wondering why there was no screen
“Actually, that is the store’s phone which you will be answering and so let me demonstrate,” Faun took her mobile phone out from where she had placed it in the cash area desk drawer, “I’ll call the store and one of you answer— ok?”
The two girls looked at each other as though they were terrified
“What do you press?” Jennifer asked as it started to ring
and it was about then when Faun realized that it would be awhile before they got to books.
Especially when, soon after this part of the training session someone came in with a donation of a complete set of the encyclopedia Britannia; copyright 1928 in mint condition
Jessica said,
“I’ve seen these before at the library—they’re like a Wikipedia but it’s on paper.”
So for a moment Jennifer just stared at the volumes where they had been placed neatly on the counter where the donator had dropped them off
“But—how does it update?” Jennifer finally asked
This was about when Grant reappeared looking that way he looked when he woke up with that sleepy face. A much needed interruption from the time warp generation gap. The way he looked now made her remember their night together and caused her body to react from the memory
“how are things going?”
“Well….” she shrugged “well….”
“So—was that a yes before about sharing my bed?” he asked, leaning to say this into her ear, “to be neighborly and all —I promise, like before—a perfect gentleman,” he said
But it was because the shop’s phone rang, and with a look from Faun to the girls, it was Jennifer who picked up the receiver,
“Uhhh…hello….?”
Faun cleared her thrust, glanced up at Grant,
“I’ll get back to you—excuse me,” as she reached for the phone receiver from Jennifer’s hand, and said into the mouthpiece, “Side Street Book Shop.”
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