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Lus takes a sip of wine. “It was ok. I’m not sure that’ll be my thing.”
When Lusanne gets something in her head, she doesn’t stop to think. She just goes for it. So when my mother told her two weeks ago she takes really good photos, where some people might say thanks and move on, not my sister.
She went and enrolled in a photography workshop at the local community college.
“It was all very . . . technical.”
My sister is something else.
“What were you expecting?”
She wrinkles her nose. “It was like the singing lessons.”
“When you expected to be belting out hits the first day and they made you do breathing exercises?”
“Yes! Exactly. So boring.”
Lusanne likes the idea of things more than learning the actual things themselves.
“Why can’t I be blessed with a natural singing voice like you? If I had your voice, I’d be at a karaoke bar every night of the week.”
Lord help us all. Before Lus gets a chance to go on herYou should really sing in public morespeech, I change the subject. Back to photography.
“I was going to ask if you’d talked to Zara, with both her parents as photographers?”
“I did,” she says. “And now I have to go back and tell her never mind. I don’t think photography is for me.”
I’d tell her maybe to give it time. That one weekend workshop shouldn’t determine her future fate as a photographer. But it’s no use. We’ve been down this path before, and Lus isn’t one to listen well, or take advice. As much as she likes to give it.
“Tonight was a good night,” she says, changing the subject as Lus is known for when we talk about her ever-changing hobbies.
“It was,” I agree. “The weather helped.”
Being on the lake, the boaters make up a good portion of our business during the summer. But for the past two days it rained, slowing things down for us. The good weather today, and tonight, after two miserable days, pretty much ensured it would be busy.
“So I talked to Enzo earlier.”
Of course she did. Lusanne and Enzo talk nearly every day.
“I think he’s still surprised you called him for a favor.”
I wondered when she’d bring this up. Might as well get this out of the way. “You and me both. I can admit I’ve been a little stubborn when it comes to Enzo.”
Lus pretends to be surprised, her eyes wide and jaw basically on the bar.
“No need for dramatics. I just happen to see things a little differently these days.”
“Because of Evie,” she says, as smug as a bug in a rug, as Mom would say. My mother is famous for mixing up her idioms.
“Because of Evie,” I admit.
“I really like her, Tris.”
That we can agree on.
“I do too.”
“Will you get engaged?”
