Oh, I am. I definitely am.
I thought you'd settled on Steamroller.
Annabelle
It's a contender, but I'm still trying out some others.
Me
Okay, love you, baby.
Annabelle
Love you too!
When I get back from mucking out the horse stalls with Pete, I pull out my phone to call Annabelle.
When she answers, she doesn’t even say hello. She immediately launches into her story, which makes me chuckle. “So, I got a call today from Grace’s teacher at school. You know,Mrs. Headley?”
“Yeah, I remember meeting her at school." I sit on the bench by the backdoor and pull off my muddy boots.
“Well, anyway. They’re winding down their projects on the states that they’ve been working on.”
“I bought Grace postcards for that project.”
“Right,” Annabelle says, stretching out the word. “About that, Hayes. Turns out that Grace only used one of your postcards in her project.”
“What happened to the other five I gave her?” I interrupt.
Annabelle giggles. “You know how she asked you to have the whole band sign the postcards? Well, she’s been selling those to her classmates. You’ll be happy to know they’re fetching twenty bucks per postcard.”
I let loose a loud laugh. “That kid. Tell her I want a cut of the money she’s earned.”
“I made her put it all in the swear jar.” Annabelle sighs. “I know I should be mad at her, but…”
“She’s a little entrepreneur, that’s for sure.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
Me
Gertie.
Grace
Mom told you?
Me
Yes, she did. I’m disappointed in you.
Grace
I know, I know. I abused your trust, and now I need to work hard to earn it back. Mom alreadylaid into me.
Me
That too, but… only $20 per postcard? Next time, put them on eBay, and I guarantee you can make a lot more than that.
