“Why?”
“Because I’ve been told by more than one person that I like to do my own thing. I hire people who already know what they’re doing. I’m not much of a teacher. I don’t have enough patience.”
“Mmm …” I nodded. “They might be right. And I said you taught me. I didn’t say you were patient with me. I’m sure you indulged me just to be nice to Rory.”
Fisher hummed. “Maybe,” he murmured.
We pulled into Target. “Are you staying in the car? I only have a few things to grab.” Tampons. I needed tampons. And deodorant.
“No. I have my own list of things to get.” He climbed out of the vehicle.
After we walked into the store, he grabbed a shopping cart while I plucked a basket from the stack.
“You can just put your stuff in my cart.”
“Or you can get the stuff on your list and I can get the stuff on my list, and we can meet back here when we’re done.”
“What’s the rush? I don’t have to work. You don’t have to work. We might as well walk the aisles and let the end displays tell us what we didn’t know we needed,” said the guy who dragged me in and out of an apparel store in record time when I needed boots and a hard hat.
Surrendering to the fact that I’d be making a second trip that day to get my tampons, I slid my basket back into the stack and followed Fisher’s lead.
“So what are you getting?” I asked.
“What are you getting? Show me your list and I’ll show you mine.”
I rolled my eyes, despite my grin and complete feeling of bliss. “My list is in my head.”
“Mine too.”
I giggled as we strolled through the electronics aisles. “Then how are you going to ‘show’ me your list?”
“I assumed you could read my mind. You know … since you guessed my favorite drink.”
“I didn’t guess.” I playfully nudged his good arm as we crossed over into the cards and party stuff.
“Did you get lots of birthday parties when you were a kid?” He grabbed a big party hat from a tall stack and set it on my head.
I kept walking down the aisle with the hat on my head. “I got lots of parties since I was an only child, until Rory went to prison. Mostly Disney princess parties. What about you?” I snagged a funny pair of glasses that had a big nose and mustache attached to them. Then I slipped it onto Fisher’s face.
“Oh yes. My parents have always celebrated everything. And I have a huge family, so even things that weren’t a big deal seemed like one because fifty gazillion people were there, and that was literally ‘close family.’ You were at the hospital. Tell me the waiting room wasn’t filled to capacity with my family.”
I laughed as we continued to stroll, garnering funny looks from other shoppers since I still had on the hat and he wore the glasses. “Point made.”
“Do you use an alarm clock?” Fisher picked up a retro looking alarm clock, the kind with an actual bell.
“I use my phone. Does anyone use an alarm clock?”
He pointed to the clock in his hands. “Someone does.”
“Fake plants or real plants?” I buried my nose in a fake bouquet of decorative flowers.
“Real.”
“Agreed.” I nodded.
“Halloween. Best holiday ever or most annoying holiday ever?” Fisher asked when we crossed a main aisle to the seasonal displays. Lots of Halloween stuff.