distracted and not interested in what I have to say. And just now, when I asked him about us having dinner together, which we almost always do, he said heâd get back to me.â
âWho said heâd get back to you?â Grace asked, stepping out of the parlor.
âMarco,â Lottie said. âHeâs distracted, and Abby thinks heâs keeping his problems from her.â
âShe shouldnât worry about it,â Grace said, âbecause heâs made it clear heâs madly in love with her.â
âThatâs just about what I told her,â Lottie said.
And exactly what I wanted to hear.
âDid you tell her that men are easily distractible?â Grace asked.
Suddenly I felt like Iâd stepped out of the room. âHello. Iâm still here. You can talk directly to me.â
âAbby, dear,â Grace said, putting her arm around my shoulders, âyou mustnât take every little thing as a sign that somethingâs amiss.â
âI donât take every little thing as a sign, but thereâve been a
few
of these little signs and theyâre starting to add up. It isnât like Marco to ignore me, which is what it feels like heâs doing. I mean, I thought I knew him, but latelyââ
âAh, thereâs the problem,â Grace said to Lottie. âDo you see it?â
âYou betcha,â Lottie said.
Having no sweater edges to hold, Grace folded her hands together and put her shoulders back, assuming her alternate lecture pose. âAs that wise man Friedrich Nietzsche once said, âOne should never know too precisely whom one has married.â And what that means is, youâll never know Marco completely, nor should you want to. Let him be a little mysterious. Youâre always going to discover new things about him, and perhaps one of those things is that he doesnât always pay attention. Iâve practically got to stand on my head to get my Richardâs attention during a sports game.â
âAnd Iâve told Herman my birth date a hundred times,â Lottie said, âbut he always gets it wrong. Thing is, he doesnât do it on purpose. He just has a lousy memory.â
âSo youâre saying I should ignore it when Marco doesnât listen?â
âUnless it becomes habitual,â Grace said. âThen it would need to be addressed. Always keep those lines of communication open, love.â
I let out a sigh of relief. âThank you both so much. I feel much better now.â
âThen our work here is done and I must get back to my customers,â Grace said. âI could use a hand in there, Abby, if you wouldnât mind.â
I was about to ask Lottie if I had orders waiting, but before I even opened my mouth, she gave a little shake of her head, so I followed Grace into the parlor and grabbed a pot of coffee.
Bummer.
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At three thirty, the bell over the door jingled, and I heard my momâs voice up front, so I left my cleaning project in the workroom and stepped through the curtain. In Momâs hand was a large plastic bag, which she held up with a smile.
âGuess what Iâve been doing, Abigail.â
âI hope youâre going to say working on an art project.â Wait. Had I actually said that?
âYes!â she exclaimed excitedly. âI felt so much better knowing you and Marco were on the case that I stayed up late working. This is just a prototype, but I wanted you to see it before I made any more.â
As always when Mom showed me a new project, my stomach knotted, knowing she would ask me to sell it in the shop and that I probably wouldnât want to. Once sheâd made a footstool that looked like a giant bare foot, toe hair and all. Another time sheâd made a hat stand that looked like a giant bowling pin with a Homer Simpson face, with pegs sticking out of his neck, Ã la