I shrugged. “If it really bothers you, then I’ll walk you through it without recording, but I’m always looking for something to make a video about.”
“What can it hurt?” he asked.
“That’s the spirit!” I pumped my fist. “And your daughter’s home right now?”
That got a nod.
“Okay, tell her to put on the dress, and I’ll be over there in a minute with my sewing kit.”
“Hey!” Parker said. “I thought you said you couldn’t sew.”
“I can’t.”
“Then why do you have a kit?”
“Because I’m going to learn someday. It’s aspirational,” I said with a flourish of my hand. “Don’t worry. The hem tape won’t be perfect, but I bet we can Mom Scout it.”
“Mom Scout it?”
How to explain to Parker our ongoing cul-de-sac discussion that had inspired my Mom Scouts channel. “It’s a work-around.”
“Oh,” he said as if pretending he understood. “And you’re sure you don’t mind?”
“I don’t have anywhere else I have to be,” I said.
And it was true. I’d been looking forward to chatting with Abi and Rachel, but we’d always have next week. Mitch wasn’t due home yet, and that left the house empty except for Lucky, my one-eyed black Maine coon cat with a less-than-sunny disposition.
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
He grinned. “Then I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I trotted over to where I’d been sitting and handed Abi my wine so I could fold my chair.
“And you’re just going to hem a dress for a stranger.”
I wrestled with the chair to get it back into the bag and then took my tumbler. “First of all, he’s not a stranger. He’s a neighbor. Second, I’m not doing it for him. I’m going to tell him how to do it, and I’m going to take a video of it.”
Abi laughed. “Vivian, you are a mess. You should’ve gone into sales or something.”
“I was born to be a hausfrau,” I said dramatically before draining the rest of my wine.
Rachel winced, because this wine was supposed to be savored. And possibly because she would’ve preferred to have been a stay-at-home mom, but she and David hadn’t been able to afford it.
Ironically, I hadn’t originally wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.
That had all been Mitch’s idea.
“Can’t he just cut off enough for her to walk and be done with it?” asked Rachel.
“She’s already the new girl in school. I would hate for anyone to make fun of her over something that can be fixed in less than an hour.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Okay, an hour and a half, because I’ll be explaining to someone else how to do it.”
Rachel and Abi shared a glance. Abi spoke first. “Oh, to be a fly on the wall.”
