A Change of Heart (17 page)

Annabeth took the card and walked off, ready to view the rest of the show.
 
There were a number of watercolor artists, specializing in seaside scenes, as was typical of any art show in that area, plus there were oils of families and children, paintings of oversized flowers, and a general assortment of drawings and paintings of a multitude of subjects.
 
Annabeth stopped to look at each artist's work, enjoying being part of it, and when she had covered half the displays spread over the grassy center area of town, she walked along the sidewalk, noting the bargains available.

There were tables filled with glassware in front of the antique mall, a bargain rack of clothing in front of Eunice's Dress Shop, and a display of furniture and cabinets in front of Etta's.
 
Etta herself was standing outside, helping a customer who was buying one of Annabeth's cabinets.

When the woman walked away, Etta called out to Annabeth.
 
"Hello! Having fun at the sale?"

"Yes, it's nice isn't it?
 
Fun to combine a sidewalk sale with the art show."

"I sold quite a few of your pieces, you know."

"No, did you?"

"All but the child's table and one cabinet.
 
Come on in with me."

Annabeth followed Etta into the shop and looked around.
 
"You've sold quite a bit of everything, haven't you?"

"Yes, we've been having a busy few days."
 
Etta reached under the counter and extracted a notebook, which listed the various items she'd sold of Annabeth's, and then she opened the cash register and counted out some money, which she handed over.
 
"Here you go.
 
I think you should plan on painting a couple more rockers for us right away.
 
Okay?"

Annabeth looked down at the cash. "This is more than you estimated.
 
Is this right?"

"I decided to price them a little high for the sale."

"That's great," replied Annabeth, clearly pleased.
 
"Somebody actually wanted them."

"Of course they did.
 
Now how about those rockers?"

"Okay, sure."

"I'll have Rum drop some pieces off at your house."

There were more artists displaying their work on the other side of the Pavilion, so Annabeth stepped out onto the grass once again and strolled some more, stopping to view each artist's work until she heard her name being called.
 
She turned and saw Doug Hawkins.

"We just bump into each other everywhere in town, don't we?" she asked, smiling.

"It's the best thing about living in a town this small."

"Doug, look at this."
 
A woman turned from an exhibit of watercolors and seeing him talking to Annabeth she walked closer, taking hold of Doug's arm.
 
She was rather slender and tall, although not nearly so tall as Doug himself, and her coloring was vivid--dark hair and alabaster skin, with bright crimson lipstick.

"Annabeth, do you know Patsy Clark?"

"Hello," Annabeth smiled.

Patsy tightened her hold on Doug's arm as she smiled back.
 
"Are you one of Doug's million happy customers?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."

"Annabeth and I went to high school together," interjected Doug.

"How nice.
 
I wanted to show you this painting.
 
So nice to meet you, Annabelle."

"It's Annabeth," corrected Doug.

"Nice to meet you too," replied Annabeth.

"Be sure to bring the car in for that seat belt check," said Doug.

"Oh, I keep forgetting.
 
I'll try to do it soon."

"Great."
 
Doug smiled at Annabeth then allowed himself to be pulled away by Patsy toward the watercolor exhibit she liked.

Annabeth continued her walk, and she enjoyed seeing the rest of the art on display.
 
Noting some people walking along eating ice cream cones, she decided to go on to the drug store, even though she was half an hour early.

"Annabeth!
 
I'm so glad you're here," said Debbie, the girl who usually covered the front register.
 
"We've been swamped."

Annabeth noted three people sitting on stools at the counter eating ice cream.
 
She took her place behind the counter and began waiting on people as they entered in search of something cool in the still warm weather of early September.
 
Close to a dozen people filed in and out, cones in their hands, and Annabeth enjoyed the busiest day she'd had since beginning her job.

A woman carrying one of Annabeth's small cabinets walked in and sat at one of the stools.
 
After fixing a hot fudge sundae for the woman, Annabeth listened as someone on a nearby stool struck up a conversation with her customer.

"What a cute little shelf."

"Thanks.
 
I know, here look inside.
 
There's a tiny bird hiding in the corner."

"Oh, how adorable.
 
Where did you get it?"

"Etta's Knick Knack Shop up the street.
 
It was a real bargain.
 
Maybe half of what it would cost back home."

"I'll have to check them out."

"I think this was the last one, but they have other, undecorated cabinets."

"It's the painting on it that makes it so cute."

Annabeth placed the ice cream in front of the woman with a smile.
 
She was tempted to reveal that it was her painting, but she remained silent.
 
Instead she said, "Enjoy your sundae."

Julie raced into the store at that moment, little Bobby in tow.
 
"Thank goodness," she said out of breath.
 
"I really need to leave him with you for a few minutes.
 
He dumped a whole box of T-shirts onto the ground."

"Gosh, Julie, I don't know.
 
We're pretty busy now."

"You'll be good for Aunt Annabeth, won't you, honey?"

Little Bobby nodded.

"Just give him an ice cream, will you?
 
I'll be back in a few minutes."

Before Annabeth could say another word, Julie dashed away, still breathless.

"You're going to have to be a really good boy, all right?
 
How about a dish of ice cream?"

Little Bobby nodded and sat quietly eating his dish of chocolate ice cream.
 
It didn't take him long to finish it and then he spoke up, "I'm ready to leave now."

Annabeth laughed, "Oh honey, I can't leave now.
 
I work here."
 
She looked under the counter, found a few sheets of paper, pulled a pen from her purse and set them in front of him.
 
"How about making me a drawing?"
 
Little Bobby drew a couple of dinosaurs, a house, two cars, and by then he was quite bored and began twirling on his stool.

Annabeth handed the last waffle cone to a woman who wanted a double scoop.

"Excuse me," said the next customer, "I'll have one of those."

The pizzelle machine was already heated up, and Annabeth was in the process of making more cones, but she couldn't make them as fast as she could sell them.
 
"I'm sorry--it will be a few minutes for a hand made cone.
 
We've been very busy."

The man nodded and Annabeth dashed back to the end of the counter where little Bobby was twirling madly.
 
"Bobby!
 
Don't do that.
 
You're making me dizzy."

Little Bobby stopped for a moment then twirled around again.
 

Annabeth reached out her hand and caught him by the arm, halting his spin.
 
"Stop it.
 
I mean it.
 
Draw another picture."
 
She turned, removed the waffle, and folded the flat shape into a cone, placing it into the holder on the counter, then poured some more batter on the machine.
 
"I just want to let it cool a bit so your ice cream doesn't melt," she said to the man who was waiting.

Three high school girls came in chattering and laughing and asked for regular cones, which Annabeth prepared, sending them on their way.
 
"You've been awfully patient," she said to the man who was tapping his foot.
 
She reached for the cone, but at the same moment, little Bobby lunged for it as well, causing the stand to topple onto the floor, shattering the cone.

A Southern gentleman, the man refused to be rude, and instead said, "Maybe I better just have a sugar cone."

Annabeth sighed in relief, "Oh thank you."
 
She gave him extra large scoops on his double dip and offered him the cone, saying, "There's no charge."

"Why thank you," he replied and left.

Annabeth opened her purse, removed some money to pay for the man's and little Bobby's ice cream and placed it in the cash register.
 
She then leaned over toward little Bobby, saying "I want you to calm down this minute."

"I'm bored," he whined.
 
"I want to come back there with you."

There was a small stool where Annabeth sometimes sat during the deadest part of the day, and she placed her nephew on this seat and admonished him to stay there while she washed and dried the stand and replaced it on the counter.
 
She formed another cone, placed it inside and poured some more batter.

A couple of women came in then, taking seats at the far side of the counter, and Annabeth prepared their banana splits quickly. One of them looked toward little Bobby, who began to scream.
 
"Oh!" she exclaimed.

Annabeth turned to see her nephew with his hand on the pizzelle machine, which he quickly removed, then began to cry.

"Bobby!" she exclaimed, racing toward him.
 
His hand was badly burned, and she held it under a stream of cold water.
 
"Oh Bobby."

The child continued to wail as she held his hand under the water.
 

Her voice grew soothing, "Come on now, calm down.
 
I know it hurts, but you'll be all right."

Charles came out from behind his pharmacist's window and he walked over to where Annabeth was tending little Bobby.
 
He took the child's hand in his own and examined it.
 
"Come with me, young man."

Annabeth watched as Charles applied a dressing and a bandage to her nephew's hand, and eventually the boy's howls subsided into whimpers.
 
Charles led him back to the stool, poured a soda from the fountain and gave it to the child.
 
He looked all around.
 
"Where's his mother?" he asked Annabeth.

Her stomach knotted in embarrassment and worry.
 
"He's my nephew.
 
My sister asked me to watch him for a few minutes.
 
She's running the art show outside.
 
I'm sorry...."

"Pretty inconsiderate of her to dump the boy on you like that when you're so busy isn't it?"

He wasn't angry at her even though little Bobby had caused a disturbance! Annabeth smiled gratefully at Charles.
 
"Well, she counts on me.
 
After our mother died I kind of raised her."

Chuck called from the rear of the store then, "Dad, could you help me with this?" and Charles went back as requested.

Little Bobby, now calmed, finished his soda with a giant slurp, gave himself another push, twirled around a few more times, and then leaned over and threw up.

"My God!" exclaimed Annabeth.
 
She raced to clean up the mess, washed little Bobby's face, her own hands, and was in the process of trying to catch her breath when Julie walked back in.

"Mommy!" exclaimed the boy, "I burned my hand!"
 
He thrust out the bandaged paw for her to examine, then continued, "And I threw up!"

"Annabeth!" Julie turned the hand this way and that, then touched her son's damp forehead.
 
"You let him burn himself and gave him so much ice cream he threw up?
 
What were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry, I was busy."

"Too busy to pay attention to a child?
 
How is that possible?
 
To let him burn his hand like that!"
 
Julie took hold of her son's uninjured hand and tugged him away.

Annabeth, feeling guilty and upset, followed her sister to the door.
 
"Julie, wait."

Julie stopped, and Annabeth reached out to touch her shoulder.
 
"I'm sorry.
 
It's just been a very busy day.
 
I'm not used to working yet.
 
I didn't mean to take my eyes off him."