And I kind of like the peace, the ability to not have to chat— Buzz. Buzz.
I glance down at my phone on the bar top and see my mom’s face appear on the screen. I wince, not wanting to talk but knowing I’ve ignored her all day. If I don’t answer, she’s going to keep calling.
Nothing like talking to your mom on the phone . . . in a bar . . . called the Dirty Beaver.
I pick up my phone. “Hey, Mom.”
“Well, there you are. I’ve been trying to call you all day.”
“I know. It’s been a busy day at the bakery.” She should know this—she used to work there. There is never a slow day, especially after we were named one of the top bakeries in Seattle. A great honor that has helped grow the family business tremendously, but it’s reached the point that I can barely breathe. I really need to hire some more people.
“Well, I’m glad I caught you,” she says.
“Oh, something important to say?”
“I need your advice.”
“Uh, okay.” Not sure my mom has ever called me looking for advice—it’s always the other way around.
“I’m texting you a few pictures right now. I need your help deciding on a few outfits I picked out for the cruise your dad and I are going on.”
“That’s . . . that’s why you’ve been calling all day? Outfit advice?”
“Of course, Nora. Diane and her husband will be there, and you know how judgmental she is when it comes to clothes. I don’t need her ruining my vacation with her little jabs.”
“Then maybe don’t let her—it’s an outfit, after all—or better yet, don’t hang out with her.”
“Oh, you know we’re bound to run into each other. They love shuffleboard just as much as we do.”
How could I forget? My phone buzzes with incoming photos.
“Did you get the pictures?”
“Yes,” I answer. “One second while I look at them.”
Stifling an annoyed sigh, I flip to her text messages and peruse outfits she picked out. Honestly, I have no idea what you’re supposed to wear on a cruise. I’m not sure why she thinks I’m the one to ask.
White shorts, floaty tropical tops, and a straw hat with a black ribbon.
They look cute.
But what has me almost giggling are the poses my mom has tried to pull off.
Hand on her hip, side jutted out.
One of the pictures is blurry.
In one, she has her leg up on a chair in the corner.
Another is of her in a tropical patterned bathing suit with a sarong. Her hand is behind her head, and I feel like she’s trying to kiss the camera . . .
Ooof, you just can’t unsee that.
“What do you think?” I hear her distantly ask.
I bring the phone back up to my ear. “They seem fine, Mom.”
“Fine?” she shouts. “Fine? That’s not the type of description I was going for. Can I get a little more enthusiasm?”
I can’t hold back a sigh this time. “Sorry, Mom. It’s just been a really long day. They’re all great options. I like the bold prints, the vibrant colors paired with the white shorts, and the bathing suit is flattering.” That was painful to get out, given my mental state, but that should be good enough.
“Your father thought the same thing.” Then why the hell is she asking me?
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Then it’s settled.”
“You know, honey, I hate to hear you sound so annoyed. I remember when the bakery used to run your dad’s life. He was miserable, never took days off, and he wound up almost working himself into an early grave. I know how much the family business means to you, but I don’t want you stressed out like your father. You can ask for help.”
“You’re retired,” I say. “I’m not going to ask you guys to help me when I should be able to handle it.”
“You are quite a phenomenal lady, Nora. We raised you to be a strong, independent, and confident woman. But I will tell you right now: your dad never ran the bakery on his own—I was by his side helping him. I love you, but I know you can’t do it on your own either. You need assistance. Let us help you.”
“You’re not coming back to work, Mom. You have your cruise.”
“We can help you find someone qualified to assist you,” Mom says in an exasperated tone.
“Oh,” I say. “Well, I could actually use that kind of help.”
Mom chuckles on the other end of the phone. “Well, I’m glad you can admit that. How about this: when we get back from our cruise, Dad and I will help put out inquiries for bakers. Dad knows some recruiters that might be able to help. We can find someone we all trust. Does that work?”