that still.”
“Hold on a second.” Flora said to someone on her cell phone.” “This is exactly why I have a maid. I don’t normally do these things.”
Flora continued to talk on her phone while Ginger tried to sweep more dust into the dustpan.
Flora was never without her cell phone. She had something to say at all times and she didn’t care who she said it to as long as they were listening.
“How are you going to open the shop without lights?”The corners of Sean’s mouth and eyes turned up in an evil grin.
I sure hated when he was right, which wasn’t often, but in this case, he was.
“About that.” I walked back over to the light switch. “Do you think you could fix them?”
I followed closely on his heels. This was not his investment and he had nothing to do with it. Thankfully Ginger and her husband Jim had let me rent the building from them for mere pennies. I could live in the apartment above the shop and keep an eye on business.
“I’ve got the answer.” Sean walked out the door and all the Divas stared at his rear-end.
“Do I need to remind you four of the reasons I’m divorced and part of this group?” I waggled my finger in the air.
“We agree with you, but we aren’t dead.” Agnes leaned her head a little more to the side to get a better view out the door. “Uh, oh. Here comes trouble.”
The Divas stopped what they were doing and walked up to the window to see what Agnes was talking about.
Doug and Jim had pulled up behind Sean’s truck. Thankfully, they were all being civil to each other.
“Good!” I clapped my hands together after seeing all my new bead tables and all the boxes Ginger has been storing at her house. All the stuff I needed to open the store.
“I thought I would surprise you.” Ginger wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. “Come on girls, it’s all the good stuff.”
The last few months we moved the Diva meeting to the hotel room I’ve been renting on the edge of Swanee. The only thing I went back for after the divorce was my beads and supplies. I knew I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore and that didn’t make me feel good. The only things that did make me feel good and forget about asshole, were my beads.
The Divas loved all my jewelry and one long Diva night, the idea of The Beaded Dragonfly was born.
“I can’t wait to make myself something.” Marlene said and galloped out of the store to see what she could bring in.
One by one, everyone helped carry in the boxes and tables. Sean had replaced the light bulbs and lit the place up. It wasn’t as bad as it had seemed in the dark. After a good mopping, the floors were nice and shiny. Agnes just sat in one of the beading chairs and drank coffee, while Flora and Ginger cleaned the windows.
Doug and Sean were even getting along.
“Agnes, I’d appreciate it if you’d take that nasty sign out of your yard.” Doug walked over and bent down so Agnes could see him.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take advantage of the elderly and do a job right. A job I paid you for.” She might not see well, but she sure did give him the look of death. “I told you I’d get you back. And I hope I am.”
Jim went over and put a hand on Doug’s shoulder before I had to step in.
Sean had put together the counter and Flora immediately sprayed the glass with cleaner.
“This is going to look gorgeous with all your beads in it.” Flora said, pointing to the freshly cleaned counter.
“Oh, no!” I smacked my palm on my forehead. “I completely forgot to order bead displays.”
Normally a lapidary has hooks on the walls where strings of beads hung for display. But with all of the hubbub of opening the store, I’d completely forgotten.
“What if we hang up those shelves and you could put some hooks from the hardware store in it.” Sean walked over to some leftover shelves that the previous tenant had left behind.
“What?” I asked.
Of all the dumb things Sean has
“Hold on a second.” Flora said to someone on her cell phone.” “This is exactly why I have a maid. I don’t normally do these things.”
Flora continued to talk on her phone while Ginger tried to sweep more dust into the dustpan.
Flora was never without her cell phone. She had something to say at all times and she didn’t care who she said it to as long as they were listening.
“How are you going to open the shop without lights?”The corners of Sean’s mouth and eyes turned up in an evil grin.
I sure hated when he was right, which wasn’t often, but in this case, he was.
“About that.” I walked back over to the light switch. “Do you think you could fix them?”
I followed closely on his heels. This was not his investment and he had nothing to do with it. Thankfully Ginger and her husband Jim had let me rent the building from them for mere pennies. I could live in the apartment above the shop and keep an eye on business.
“I’ve got the answer.” Sean walked out the door and all the Divas stared at his rear-end.
“Do I need to remind you four of the reasons I’m divorced and part of this group?” I waggled my finger in the air.
“We agree with you, but we aren’t dead.” Agnes leaned her head a little more to the side to get a better view out the door. “Uh, oh. Here comes trouble.”
The Divas stopped what they were doing and walked up to the window to see what Agnes was talking about.
Doug and Jim had pulled up behind Sean’s truck. Thankfully, they were all being civil to each other.
“Good!” I clapped my hands together after seeing all my new bead tables and all the boxes Ginger has been storing at her house. All the stuff I needed to open the store.
“I thought I would surprise you.” Ginger wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. “Come on girls, it’s all the good stuff.”
The last few months we moved the Diva meeting to the hotel room I’ve been renting on the edge of Swanee. The only thing I went back for after the divorce was my beads and supplies. I knew I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore and that didn’t make me feel good. The only things that did make me feel good and forget about asshole, were my beads.
The Divas loved all my jewelry and one long Diva night, the idea of The Beaded Dragonfly was born.
“I can’t wait to make myself something.” Marlene said and galloped out of the store to see what she could bring in.
One by one, everyone helped carry in the boxes and tables. Sean had replaced the light bulbs and lit the place up. It wasn’t as bad as it had seemed in the dark. After a good mopping, the floors were nice and shiny. Agnes just sat in one of the beading chairs and drank coffee, while Flora and Ginger cleaned the windows.
Doug and Sean were even getting along.
“Agnes, I’d appreciate it if you’d take that nasty sign out of your yard.” Doug walked over and bent down so Agnes could see him.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take advantage of the elderly and do a job right. A job I paid you for.” She might not see well, but she sure did give him the look of death. “I told you I’d get you back. And I hope I am.”
Jim went over and put a hand on Doug’s shoulder before I had to step in.
Sean had put together the counter and Flora immediately sprayed the glass with cleaner.
“This is going to look gorgeous with all your beads in it.” Flora said, pointing to the freshly cleaned counter.
“Oh, no!” I smacked my palm on my forehead. “I completely forgot to order bead displays.”
Normally a lapidary has hooks on the walls where strings of beads hung for display. But with all of the hubbub of opening the store, I’d completely forgotten.
“What if we hang up those shelves and you could put some hooks from the hardware store in it.” Sean walked over to some leftover shelves that the previous tenant had left behind.
“What?” I asked.
Of all the dumb things Sean has
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