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“Ignore my mother, Margie, she thinks she’s a comedian.”
“I love my daughter very much, Margie, but I know she has very high expectations too. If she picked you, then you must be worth it.”
“I’m not sure what to say to that, Mrs Quinn.” She gives mom a shy smile, a blush rising up into her cheeks. “I’m happy I’m working for your daughter. She’s a good person, and a good boss.”
“Margie, I’ll see you Monday.”
“Hang on, Reagan,” I link my elbow with mom’s and try to tug her away but it’s a feat. “Why doesn’t Margie come with us? I’m sure she’d love to see Macy’s.”
Margie doesn’t say anything. She looks between us like she’s watching a tennis match. “I’m not doing Macy’s until later, right now we’re hitting the big ones. Saks it is.”
Margie’s eyes widen but I’m not sure if it’s because my mom is attempting to hijack her afternoon or because I said I was going to Saks. “I’ve never been on Fifth Avenue.”
“Never?” Now it’s mom’s turn for her mouth to drop. “Reagan. She has to come with us. She could have lunch with us too.”
“Alright. I don’t mind.”
Mom smiles. “Margie, what do you think?”
With her hand on her chest, her face begins to change as a grin slowly forms. “Oh wow, I’d love to.”
“Well, come on, let’s go.”
The three of us make our way out of the flea market and toward Fifth Avenue. When we step off the bus, Margie stands stock still and looks up at the buildings. For someone who works in the city, she sure is bemused by her surroundings easily. “Come on,” I chuckle, pulling her along by the elbow. She stumbles behind me as we walk into Saks This is where I’m definitely in my element.
The first place I go is the shoe department.
High heels line the walls in every single color you can think of. I pick a pair up and turn them over, admiring the signature red sole, and smile. I turn around and see Margie sitting in one of the chairs watching me. Who knows where my mother has gone? “How pretty are they?” I say to Margie.
“They’re gorgeous. I’d love to wear a pair of those someday, but I doubt it.”
I’m in the middle of trying the shoe on but I pause when I hear the sadness in her voice “Hey.” I hobble to her with one heel on and one off. “Never say never. Try some on.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t walk in those—not that high.”
“Okay, hang on.”
I walk down the line of shoes, picking up and examining each one before stopping when I find some lower heels. Picking up a pair of black ones, I turn to Margie and ask, “What size are you?”
“A seven…”
Taking her size from the rack, I take them back to her. “Here try these on.”
“I couldn’t possibly…”
“Yes, you can.”
She sighs giving in and takes them from me before toeing off her flats and stepping into the pretty pumps. She walks carefully over to the mirror and admires them, and I step up behind her. “They look amazing.”
She turns her head slightly to the side, smiling. “Don’t they?”
“You have to have them.”
A sad look crosses her face and I almost feel bad. Shit. She sits and takes them off, slips her feet back in her flats, then goes to put the shoes back on the rack. I pick them up before she can stop me.
“I’m getting them for you. Call it a bonus.”
“Oh, I couldn’t let you do that…”
