Page 47 of Free to Believe
“Make sure Holly gets it on video,” I beg, rubbing a hand over my heart. It’s moments like this I wish I was home so I could be with my family.
“I will. Now, what’s up? While I’m thrilled beyond all words I got to share this news with you”—her grin lights up her voice—“I know that’s not why you called.”
“I hate to ask for a favor and ruin your mood.”
“Em, we’re putting an electronic leash on Phil. My mood can’t be ruined.”
Just wait. “I need you to go into the fabric room at my house.”
“Except that.” Hearing her chair wheels, I can only imagine she’s now on her feet. I confirm that when I hear the back-and-forth click of her heels. “Jesus, Em. That room looks like someone blew up the nearest Calico Corners store and air-dropped it in there!”
“Cass,” I soothe her, “I promise you’ll be able to find this one.”
“The last time I went into your fabric room, I was in there three times over three hours. Three hours, Em. I thought Caleb was going to send in a rescue team for me,” she snaps.
“It won’t be that bad…” I’m cut off before I can continue.
“Em, how many different fabrics are in there?”
I ask unthinkingly, “Which season?”
“See? See? This just proves my point!” She proceeds to moan in my ear, much to my amusement.
“Cass, honey, you’ll have no problem finding them, because the fabric is still in a box on the floor. The box is bright green. I had it shipped from Ireland. You can’t miss it.”
There’s dead silence on the other end of the line. “Really? You don’t need me to go on FaceTime with a flashlight so you can see the embossed print of black on black?”
Knowing she’d do it for me even if I needed her to, I am happy to tell her, “Nope. I just need that box.” My voice fills with frustration. “I just don’t know how to get it to me before the weekend, and I really need it.”
“Oh, that’s easy. Hold on a second.” Hearing the soothing hold music we chose, I wait.
And wait.
A few minutes later, Cassidy comes back on the line. “Is Friday too late?” She sounds worried.
I blink. Two days? “Cass, it’s not business. I won’t charge it to our account.”
“It’s not being shipped. I had to make a phone call. I know someone who’s headed to Nantucket. I just asked if they could bring your box to you.”
“That’s…”
“Yes?”
“That’s freaking amazing!” I jump out of my seat to dance without remembering to take care of my bad leg. “Ow, shit!” Dropping back into the chair, I rub the fading bruises.
“Did you go to a doctor? Ugh, I wish I could just send Jason up to you as easily as I’m sending your fabric,” she frets.
“I saw a doctor, Cass,” I say exasperatedly.
“He’s not Jason.”
“True.” Our brother-in-law is an amazing doctor who specializes in trauma care at NYU. “If it’s not better in the next week, I promise, I’ll go back.”
“Deal. Now, is there anything else you need?”
I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Just your arms wrapped around me.”
“Just as soon as I can, my Em. That’s a promise.” I hear the other line ring. “I have to go.”
