“Now you sound like Lucas.”
“You just proved my point. The man is a social media genius, hello.”
“But I’m not. I do have a Facebook page.”
“Mom.” Willa tipped her head. “It’s not that hard.”
Frankie sighed. “So what should I do?”
Willa gestured at the painting. “This is a pretty big deal. I’d start with this. Do some progress updates. Talk about the process. Make a video about it.”
“I don’t know. I’d have to ask Jack if he’s all right with that.”
“You don’t have to say who you’re doing the painting for. You can just say it’s a commissioned piece. I’m sure Jack would be fine with that. He understands the need for promotion.”
“Maybe. I’ll talk to him. But you’re right that I need to be doing more. I keep meaning to post the new items in my shop, but I haven’t.” Frankie let out a soft groan. “It’s a lot, you know?”
“Do you want help? I wouldn’t mind. It’s the least I could do for ruining your plans to live on your own.”
“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin my plans. At best you threw me for a temporary loop.” Frankie smiled. She still didn’t love Willa’s decision to leave school in order to work, but she understood and respected it. “It’s all good now. I promise.”
Willa put her hands on her hips. “So do you want some social media help or what?”
“Is this a one-time offer or are you asking for a job? Because I’m not sure I can swing paying someone just yet.”
“I don’t need you to pay me. I just want to help, because you’re my mom and I want you to succeed. Besides, you’ve given your time and energy to me all my life. Why can’t I give some of that back to you?”
Frankie set the palette knife down and hugged her daughter. “Thank you. That’s so sweet. I would love any help you want to give me.”
“Sure,” Willa said when Frankie let her go. “Why don’t I do a post for you right now?”
“Really? But not about the painting. Not until I talk to Jack.”
“No, I’ll just post something from your shop. How’s that?”
“That’s great. What do you need?”
Willa held out her hand. “Your phone.”
Frankie unlocked the screen and handed it over.
Willa started tapping and swiping. “Hey, this new T-shirt is cool. The Blessed one? When did you add that?”
“Yesterday.”
“Okay, give me a second…” The tip of Willa’s tongue peeked out between her lips. Her thumbs moved over the screen with a speed Frankie couldn’t fathom. Finally, Willa looked up. “Allright. All done. I added a link to your store in your bio to make it easier for people to find your shop.”
“Wow, that’s great. Thank you.”
Willa handed the phone back. “You’re welcome. We’ll work on that some more later, okay?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
With a little smile, Willa went out to the pool, taking Archie with her.
Frankie looked at what Willa had posted. It was the picture of the T-shirt from Frankie’s shop with a caption that read, “Feeling blessed? Let the world know with this brand-new tee I just designed.”
Willa had included a bunch of hashtags, something Frankie would never have thought about. She put the phone away and looked out the windows at Willa getting settled on one of the lounge chairs.
