“We should be getting goodies in today.” Karyn, the shop owner, came in from the back room, her voice preceding her. “When the UPS man comes. Here.”
I turned and found that she was holding a styrofoam cup at me.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“Good behavior. It’s green tea. Is that right?”
I nodded appreciatively. I had always liked Karyn, from the moment I met her. She was in her fifties, with short, choppy hair that had gone entirely white, but her face—her eyes, especially—was youthful underneath still-dark eyebrows. She hid an iron core behind a pleasant, efficient smile, and I could see how the best parts of what was inside her were written on her outside. I liked to think that she’d hired me because I was the same way.
“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip. The way I could feel the hot liquid’s journey all the way down my throat and into my stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten yet. I’d gotten too used to my morning cereal with Grace. I tilted the legal pad toward Karyn so she could see what progress I’d made.
“Nice. Find anything good?”
I pointed to the stack of misplaced books that sat on the floor behind me.
“That’s wonderful.” Peeling the lid off her own coffee cup, she made a face and then blew steam across the top of the liquid. She regarded me. “Are you excited about Sunday?”
I was clueless, and I was sure my face reflected it. I waited for my brain to present an answer, but when it didn’t, I echoed, “Sunday?”
“Studio?” she said. “With Grace?”
“You know about that?”
Without putting her coffee down first, Karyn awkwardly picked up half the stack of misplaced books and said, “Grace called me to make sure it wasn’t a day you were working.”
Of course she had. Grace wouldn’t have scheduled an appointment for me without making sure that everything was sorted out beforehand. I felt a pang somewhere in my stomach, the miserable twist of missing her. “I don’t know if we’re still on for that.” I hesitated as Karyn’s eyebrow raised, waiting for me to say more. And then I told her the details I hadn’t told Isabel the night before—because Karyn would care, and Isabel wouldn’t have. “Her parents found me in her room after curfew.” I felt my cheeks warm. “She was sick and cried out, which was why they came in to check on her, and they made me leave. I don’t know how she is. I don’t even know if they’ll let me see her again.”
Karyn didn’t answer straightaway, which was one of the things I liked about her. She didn’t automatically spit out It’ll be okay until she was sure that was the right answer. “Sam, why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t come in to work today? I would’ve given you the day off.”
I said, helplessly, “Inventory.”
“Inventory could have waited. We’re doing inventory because it’s March and it’s freezing and no one is coming in,” Karyn said. She considered for a few more minutes, sipping her coffee and wrinkling her nose as she did. “First of all, they’re not going to keep you from seeing her again. You’re practically adults, and, anyway, they have to know that Grace couldn’t do better than you. Second of all, she probably just has the flu. What was wrong with her?”
“Fever,” I said, and I was surprised at how quiet my voice came out.
Karyn watched me closely. “I know you’re worried, but lots of people get fevers, Sam.”
I said softly, “I had meningitis. Bacterial meningitis.”
I hadn’t said it out loud before now, and now that I had, it was almost cathartic, as if acknowledging my fears that Grace’s fever might be something more dangerous than a common cold made them more manageable.
“How long ago?”
I rounded to the nearest holiday. “Christmastime.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be contagious from then,” she said. “I don’t think meningitis is one of those diseases that you can catch months later. How is she feeling today?”
“Her phone went to voicemail this morning,” I said, trying not to sound too sorry for myself. “They were really angry last night. I think they’ve probably taken her phone.”
Karyn made a face. “They’ll get over it. Try to see it from their point of view.”
She was still shifting back and forth with the books to keep them from falling, so I set down my green tea and took them from her. “I can see it from their point of view. That’s the problem.” I walked over to the biography section to shelve a misplaced biography of Princess Diana. “If I were them, I’d be furious. They think I’m some bastard boy who has successfully worked his way into their daughter’s pants and will shortly be on his way out of her life.”
She laughed. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not funny to you.”
I said, sounding rather grimmer than I meant to, “It will be hilarious to me one day, when we’re married and only have to see them at Christmas.”
“You do know that most boys don’t talk like that,” Karyn said. Taking the inventory list, she headed behind the counter, setting her coffee next to the cash register. “You know how I got Drew to propose to me? A stun gun, some alcohol, and the Home Shopping Network.” She looked at me until I smiled at her line. “What does Geoffrey think of all this?”
It took me too long to realize that she was talking about Beck; I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard his first name said out loud. And the realization that I was going to have to lie hit me right afterward. “He doesn’t know yet. He’s out of town.” My words tumbled out too fast, with me too much in a hurry to get the lie over with. I turned toward the shelf so that she wouldn’t see the way my face looked.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot about his Florida clients,” Karyn said, and I blinked at the shelf in front of me, surprised at Beck’s guile. “Sam, I’m going to open a Florida bookstore for the winter. I think Geoffrey has the right idea. Minnesota in March is just not a good idea.”
I had no idea what story Beck had ever told Karyn to convince her that he was in Florida for the winter, but I was fairly impressed, as Karyn didn’t strike me as gullible. But of course he must’ve told her something—he had spent enough time in here as both a customer and, later, when I got my first job here and before I got my license, as my chauffeur. Karyn had to have noticed his absence in the winter. I was even more impressed by the easy way that she said his first name. She’d known him well enough for Geoffrey to fall naturally from her lips, but not well enough to know that everyone who loved him called him by his last name.