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I nodded, understanding.
“Tammy’s looking for a job,” Macy said suddenly. “Lindsey, is that receptionist position still open?”
“It is.” She looked up from her hot dog. “I’d love for you to come in for an interview.”
“Where do you work?” I wondered.
“Lindsey owns a hair salon,” Jason said from across the table.
Lindsey put her hand on her husband’s and gazed lovingly into his eyes. “Jason bought it for me.”
I watched their interaction with a little bit of jealousy. They seemed to be just as in love as Macy and Dillon. I had never experienced that level of devotion before. My ex-boyfriends had been a parade of broken hearts and inadequacies. Briefly, I thought of Mike but then dismissed the idea. Mike wasn’t my one true love the way Jason was for Lindsey or Dillon was for Macy. Mike was just a guy that had shown me one good night; it wasn’t going to develop into anything special.
“What kind of experience do you have?” Lindsey detached her gaze from her husband and reentered the conversation. “Have you ever answered phones before?”
“Sure,” I said, “I was receptionist for a dental office in Austin.”
“Oh.” Lindsey smiled, suddenly excited at the prospect. “What software did you use?”
“We used Bookit,” I answered.
“I use Schedule Master,” she said.
“I’m sure it’s similar, if anything I learn quickly.” I responded.
“That’s perfect,” Macy chimed in.
“We open at ten,” Lindsey said. “Can you be there?”
Macy reached over to pat my hand. “I’ll make sure she’s there.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Really. Both of you. It’s wonderful sharing my time with your family, Macy, but I really don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“Nonsense,” Macy scoffed.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to,” Dillon said from across the table.
I smiled. “You guys fit right into this little town. You’re all so nice.”
“Some of the customers are not nice,” Lindsey whispered, as if she were sharing state secrets.
I laughed. I knew all about irate customers. You couldn’t be any kind of receptionist without running into a few people who were having bad days. We spent the next half hour swapping stories about belligerent customers and laughing.
Lindsey and Jason stayed until the sun disappeared behind the trees, until the light was so dim that we had difficulty seeing beyond the porch. They found Mary Ellen inside on the couch, watching television with Daisy and Nicky. The two older kids protested, but Mary Ellen just climbed sleepily into her mother’s arms and put her thumb in her mouth.
“It was wonderful to see you,” Lindsey told Macy.
“Thank you for coming,” Macy said.
“We’ll do it again sometime,” Jason said.
“Anytime,” Dillon answered.
“Tammy, it was good to meet you.” Jason extended a hand.
I shook it, smiling. “Good to meet you too.”
“Tomorrow at ten,” Lindsey reminded me.
