Page 11 of Elf-ish

But, while I listen to Angelica’s requests, I try not to explode when Jennifer isn’t certain where to find the toys mentioned or if we even carry them. We might not be the internet shopping mogul, but we still offer a variety of items. Ones not easily found in big box stores.

Unfortunately, Angelica doesn’t find any of what she wants.

“It’s fine. I’ll just shop on Am—”

I hold up a hand to stop her. “Don’t even mention their name. That’s sacrilegious in here.”

I offer Jennifer a tight wink. More like an eye twitch, as I attempt to contain my irritation.

Why don’t we have the things Angelica wants? I remind myself Ashford’s has become more of a specialty store, reverting back to our original departments with unique offerings.

Dismissing Jennifer, I place my hand on Angelica’s back and lead her toward a display with stuffed animals and wooden puzzles. Classic games and craft items.

I’m pleased with myself when Angelica finds options for her nieces and nephews.

“What’s next?”

We travel down to the men’s department, for her brothers, I quickly learn.

Then into housewares, where we stall in front of the candy section when Angelica stands in front of a glass display case, admiring the carefully stacked chocolates and old-fashioned candy shaped like fruit slices.

“Would you like something?” I offer. “My treat.”

She’s already shaking her head as she stares at the arrangement. Her eyes are wide, quite literally like a kid in a candy store. Like she can’t decide, because there are so many tantalizing options.

“I never thanked you for the chocolates you brought me,” I say, recalling the treat that was an explosion of mint in my mouth. “What were they called again?”

“Angelica’s chocolate mints. Not very original, I know. I’m still working on a name.”

A second passes before her explanation registers. “You mean you made those chocolates? For me?”

She shrugs, still looking with appreciation into the candy case. “Well, I didn’t exactly make them for you, but I did make them and gathered a small sample to give you. I thought you could use something sweet.”

She glances over at me, offering a soft smile. One that could dismantle my hard edges.

Our eyes remain locked on one another for a long second before I clear my throat. I don’t need to be softened. I force my gaze from her and address the chocolate display. “Anywhere else to visit today?”

“Just one more place, but I can handle it on my own.

“What is it?” I question, concerned that her day hasn’t been as productive as she’d like. And like I told her, Ashford’s has a reputation to uphold.

“Lingerie.”

chapter 5

[Angelica]

I shouldn’t be embarrassed by the mention of the ladies’ intimate department, as Gran calls it. I wasn’t even entering the section for myself. But admitting that I was shopping for my great Aunt Gertie would be awkward.

For the adult gift exchange within my family, which reduces the number of presents to be purchased per person, I’d gotten Aunt Gertie. I always get Aunt Gertie. The rule for presents is fifty dollars or less, and the gift can be anything. Aunt Gertie takes the option literally, and every year she requests an item I’d rather not purchase in front of Jude.

“I can help you find the right item,” Jude suggests. That dimple of his pops out, a little more playfully this time.

“I think I got it.”

“Angelica,” he counters.

“Jude,” I snipe back.