“I’m feeling much better now. I was more than ready to come back.”
“You’re going to be sorry. You watch. You’re going to overdo and then you’ll pay the price. You always think you can handle more than you should.”
Since when? In Claire’s view, the opposite was probably more accurate. She always feared she would crack apart under the strain of all she had to do, but somehow, despite the odds, she always managed to get through.
“I have been easing into the work, Mom. I promise. I’m hardly doing anything, just ask Evie.”
“True enough, Ruth,” her friend said helpfully. “She’s been sitting on her lazy butt all morning, just giving orders like the bossy britches she is.”
Ruth looked between the two of them as if she wasn’t quite sure whether to defend her daughter’s work ethic or applaud her good sense.
Claire took pity on her mother’s indecision. “Why were you looking for me? Did you need something?”
Ruth fussed at a clear plastic display of business cards on the table in a way that seemed completely unlike her. “Oh, you know. Just checking on you.”
“Are you sure that’s all?” Claire pressed.
Ruth picked up the bolo tie and rubbed a finger across the stone, avoiding Claire’s gaze. “Well, the truth is, I need to ask your opinion about something.”
She seemed reluctant to elaborate and Evie, brilliant and insightful friend that she was, stepped away from the counter. “I’m going to run up to check on my dog. Ruth, will you excuse me?”
“Bring him down with you,” Claire said.
When she was gone, Claire turned to her mother again. “Mom, is something wrong? What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Not exactly. I just wondered how you would feel if I took a temporary job.”
Claire gaped at her. “A job.”
“A temporary one. Mary Ella talked to me about it this morning. But I should just say no, especially while you and the children need me so much right now for rides and the like.”
“I’ve certainly been grateful for your help, but I can make other arrangements. What sort of job?”
“Helping at the bookstore. You know Sage has gone back to college for her exams and Mary Ella’s been running Dog-Eared by herself until Maura has a little more time to sort things out. Angie helps when she can, but she’s busy with those kids of hers and of course Alex has the restaurant.”
“I think that’s a terrific idea!” Claire smiled. “You love to read. You would really excel in that environment.”
“I thought about opening a bookstore myself when I was younger.”
She stared. This was the first she’d ever heard that. “Really?”
Ruth shrugged. “I got married instead and then you came along. I wouldn’t want to do it all the time, but it should be fun for a few weeks and if it helps Maura, then it’s worth it. As long as you’re sure you and the children can manage without me.”
“While I appreciate all you’ve done for us, we’ll make do,” she assured her mother, still rather numb. Ruth sometimes helped at String Fever during busy times and she’d worked on and off at the charity consignment store in town, but she mostly lived off the proceeds of Claire’s father’s insurance policy and the sale of a hundred acres in Silver Strike Canyon that had been in her family for several generations.
“When do you start?”
“Tomorrow. Mary Ella’s going to show me the routine there.” She paused. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
“No, not at all! Why would I? I think it will be great for you. You’ll love it, Mom.”
“We’ll see. I probably can’t run Maura out of business in only a few weeks.”
“You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Her mother decided to stay for a while and work on a few new pairs of earrings to go with her new undertaking. Unfortunately, that meant she was just settling in at the worktable with her findings and the seed beads and Lucite she had decided to use when Evie came down with her temporary houseguest.
Claire immediately fell in love with the tan, gangly, unusual-looking creature, with a Lab-shaped face and body but tight, wiry poodle hair. Chester, too, seemed to find the new arrival acceptable. His tail even wagged when the dog—whom Evie introduced as Jacques—sniffed around him.
Ruth, not so much. When the friendly animal headed to greet her, her mouth pursed. “I hope you’re not planning to bring that dog into the store with you on a regular basis. Chester is already one dog too many in a place of business, if you want my opinion.”
Because Claire had heard that particular opinion countless times, she only smiled.
“Come on, Jacques,” Evie said. “Out.”
The dog obeyed the command immediately—as did Chester, who apparently wanted to make sure the new arrival knew which of them was in charge.
Evie had just come in from the garden with the dogs when the chimes rang again.
“Claire! You’re back!”