Chapter 25 - Sam
The trip to Los Fresnos was exciting. The warehouse was huge with lots of bays for trucks to load and unload. The variety of shells was astounding.
“I feel like a kid in a candy store,” I said as I picked through a bin filled with tiny seahorses.
“I know what you mean. I get so many ideas for jewelry here. Plus, trucking the stuff myself saves me a lot of money.” Cat rummaged through a bin of mushroom coral. “I could make some cute button earrings like these.” She held a tiny piece of coral up to her ear and turned to me with a big smile. I noticed that the dark circles under her eyes were lighter.
“That would be great.” I picked up a couple of seahorses and held them like dangling earrings.
“I like,” she said. “Oh, look at these.” She bounced over to a table with moon shells. “These would make excellent wind chimes.” It was fun to see her enthusiasm, but a part of me kept thinking about how small my paycheck was. I couldn’t bear to bring it up now that Cat finally seemed rested. Instead, I found some already made windchimes to show her.
“I like these with the big lion’s paw at the top and smaller flat shells for the chimes,” I said as I held one up for her inspection. We checked the price.
“Not bad! Let’s get a few for the shop.” Cat dropped several in her shopping bag. “I can’t make them any cheaper myself.”
We spent hours in the warehouse. We stopped to eat in Port Isabel on the way back, and I ordered ceviche. It was wonderful.
“I need to convince Patty to serve ceviche,” I said after swallowing a tasty mouthful.
“Good luck with that. She hasn’t chang...