By the time I reached the second row, my heart rate had returned to normal. I was just about to round the corner when I saw it. Not the trellises, but a teapot. One shaped like a country cottage with a spout where the chimney would go. Rather than overthink it, I snapped a picture, typed out the number I had memorized weeks ago, and pressed send. Surprisingly, she replied almost immediately.
Nessa
Doesn’t really seem like your style.
Pink
I meant for your collection.
She typed out a response, only to delete it. Those three little dots had me clutching my phone tighter than a four-seam fastball.
Nessa
You remember that?
Pink
Oh, angel. You should know by now . . .
Nessa
???
Pink
When it comes to you, I make it a point to remember everything.
Nessa
That’s a little bit creepy.
Pink
I’m getting it for you.
I could practically hear her frustrated sigh through the phone. That didn’t stop me from putting the teapot in my shopping cart.
Nessa
When were you going to tell me about the benefit next month?
Oh, shit.That had completely slipped my mind. I was all for charitable causes—ten percent of my signing bonus had gone to charity organizations—but typically, I drew the line at putting on a suit and tie.
Pink
Can I call you?
Nessa
Why?
Pink
Do you have to make everything so difficult?
Nessa
For you? Yes.
