"Well, you'll have plenty of both with Nell helping to run things." Carrie smiled at me.
Jesse looked at me and I shrugged. "She's signed up for art school over in Peekskill," Eleanor explained.
"Part time," I explained. "I'll help out at the shop the rest of the time."
"Well, it's cause for celebration." Bernie unwrapped a plateful of pecan squares and set them on the counter. "God knows we need a little something to celebrate."
Eleanor looked at Jesse. "We're having the meeting for the Friday Night Quilt Club," she said. "Are you staying?"
Outside the shop Jesse stared at his feet. "I'm sorry about, you know . . ."
"Our fight? Me too. I was out of line," I acknowledged. "I just was having so much fun working with you."
He looked into my eyes. They were warm and kind, and a little unsure. They were nice eyes. "I was too," he said. He took a few steps away from me. "If you'd like to get dinner sometime, when you're ready . . ."
"I'd like that." I smiled. "I just can't get into a new relationship until I'm over the things that happened in the last one."
Inside the ladies were sitting in their circle, with Barney in the middle wagging his tail.
"Are you staying?" Eleanor turned her eyes on me.
"I'm staying."
"Well, then, sit down."