"So? What do I need to do to put things on consignment?" he asked. "And what kind of percentage do you take?"
The owner of the store shrugged. "It depends on the condition of the items. Our standard fee is 15%."
Kathy glanced at him shrewdly. "15%," she told him.
"No way!" Moudy exclaimed. "I'm putting time & materials. 5%," he countered.
"People come to my store and buy more. 10%."
Moudy shook his head again. "I'm taking your trash and making it profitable. 7.5%," he said firmly. "Final offer."
Kathy nodded. "Agreed."
A grin split his face. "Deal," he shook her hand firmly.
"Awww," Cheri cooed with delight.
Cheri beamed, resting her head against his shoulder.
Her cursor hovered over the blank input field. Slowly, she typed, "should I get married?" She waited while as the page reloaded.
Follow your instinct. Trust yourself and follow your own plan. This will inspire others to do the same!
She frowned. Her finger hovered over refresh. Then, making a decision, she refreshed the screen.
Today is the time to be a part of the solution instead of the problem. Pick up yourself and get to action.
Focus on what is truly important to you. This focus will make you stronger and others will respect you for choosing for yourself!
Oh, for plumbbob's sake, she thought with disgust. This was completely ridiculous... Why did she put such stock in these things! It was all obviously made up!
Liz dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. "Nothing!" she protested. "Don't be ridiculous!" She swatted at his arm because he kept looking at her. "Quit looking at me!"
He just chuckled.
Liz folded her arms defensively and lifted her brow, daring him to continue pestering her.
She glanced up when Jason darted by in his uniform, trailing off. "Uhhh..."
Take for instance this guitar. All he had to do was re-string it and it would be good as new. And these clocks? They just needed a few near gears inside.
Liz glanced up at him and scowled. "Help me up!" she said, leaning heavily on her hand and she tried to hoist herself into a squat.
Moudy hurried to her side and helped tug her to an upright position.
The fight didn't begin until much later, all over the innocent question of setting a date.
"But people are supposed to stare at the bride!" Moudy argued. "That's the whole point of it. Celebrating a marriage!"
"Well, don't want people staring at me! I'm pregnant, I feel bloated and I have chubby cheeks!"
"You don't have chubby cheeks!" Moudy told her with surprise. Did she really think that about herself? "You look beautiful!"
Moudy's heart was pounding so loud, he felt the roaring in his ears. This should've been a happy time - planning their wedding, getting ready for their baby. Why were they even fighting about this? He'd give anything to make her happy. "Fine. We'll do it all your way. We'll go to the courthouse!" he agreed grudgingly. "You just have to pick when."
He remembered how much fighting there had been in the house growing up with Tia Rachel. He'd never seen past how beautiful she was to the hurt and pain she caused those that loved her. No wonder Rio had always been so brooding, he thought, looking back at his childhood with an adult's eye.
Thank plumbbob he hadn't married Ashley. They would've fought all the time and he didn't want his girls growing up around that!
Jason grimaced in sympathy. "Sorry," he said in a low tone. "I'll leave you to it, man," he said, picking up Macy and carrying the girls upstairs to the nursery.
Outside Liz's room, he hesitated. Before, he would've just waltzed in and plopped down on her bed to find out what was wrong. But, things had changed. Cautiously, he knocked. "You okay?"
"Can I come in?" he asked softly.
"No," she finally managed to say before burying her face in the pillow to muffle the tears. She heard him hesitate a few moments, then she heard the tread of his feet on the stairs going up to the attic.
Now she was all alone, just like she wanted, she thought, crying all the harder.