“Can I send you a picture of it, just in case? Maybe it’ll jog your memory.”
“Well, sure, honey. I can take a look.”
“I’m going to send it here in just a few minutes, okay? You can call me back if she looks familiar.”
“If I can figure out where my glasses are…” she mumbles, more to herself than anything. “Okay, honey. Talk soon.”
I end the call and snap a photo of the picture before sending it to Aunt Lydia.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CORINNE WILDE - PRESENT DAY
Taylor is in the shower later, and I’m working on unpacking some of the boxes in the living room when my phone rings.
I set down the photo album I’m holding and hurry across the room, expecting Aunt Lydia to be calling me back.
Instead, it’s a number I don’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Hello, may I speak to Corinne Wilde, please?”
“Speaking.” What is it about that introduction that always makes my shoulders tense?
“Ma’am, this is Alison with Franklin Connections on a recorded line. I’m calling because we received your request to move your installation up?”
“Oh.” Relief bubbles in my stomach. “Yes. Right.”
“We’re not able to get you in today, but it does look like we might have time to have one of our technicians out there tomorrow. The only problem is that they’d be squeezing you in if one of their appointments finishes up early, so we wouldn’t be able to give you an arrival window. We’d need someone over the age of eighteen to be available all day. Is that something you’re interested in?”
“Um, yes. That would be okay. That’s amazing, actually. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. We do charge an eighty-dollar service fee for priority service, on top of the ninety-nine-dollar fee for your installation. We require you to pay the priority fee up front. Will you authorize me to charge the card on file with us?”
I swallow. I don’t have eighty extra dollars, not really. My accounts are basically drained after the divorce. What’s in there has to last us until I turn in my next manuscript to my editor.
I glance toward the bathroom as I hear the shower shut off and think of Taylor. She doesn’t even have a working computer right now, but she still needs Wi-Fi for her phone.
It’s the only chance I have of making her happy here. Of convincing her to stay.
I’ll have to make it work.
“Yes, of course. That’s fine.”
“Excellent. You’ll receive an email confirmation of your payment and instructions for your installation appointment tomorrow. As a reminder, your technician can arrive any time between eight and five, and your appointment is scheduled to take up to an hour. You’ll get a text when your tech is on the way. Do you have any other questions for me at this time?”
“Nope, that was it. Thank you.”
I end the call just as Taylor steps out into the hallway. She looks over at me. “Were you talking to me?”
“No.” I lock my phone. “That was the internet company. They’ll be out here tomorrow to get us up and running.”
Her eyes light up, and that’s all it takes for me to know it’s all worth it. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“It’s about time.” She turns away from me, disappearing into her bedroom.
