Here We Come (Aggie's Inheritance) (95 page)

“I’ll
have
a
list
for
you
by
the
time
you
get
home.”
Tina
took
a
drink
and
then
said.
“Willow
mailed
my
dress.”

“How
does
it
look?”

“Fits
perfectly
and
I
don’t
look
stupid.
How
do
I
not
look
stupid
in
that
dress?
You
know
how
much
I
hated
Music
Man!”

“I
just
like
to
keep
you
hopping.”

“Music.”

“I
don’t
know.
Know
a
cellist
and
an
oboist?”

“Oboist?”

“Whatever
you
call
an
oboe
player.”

Tina
shook
her
head.
“Knowing
you,
it’s
probably
oboist.
What
about
something
with
a
higher
range
for
contrast?
Flute?
Violin?”

“Violin.
Whatever.
Maybe
there’s
some
kind
of
up
and
coming
ensemble
that
needs
a
gig—do
they
call
them
gigs
for
ensembles
instead
of
bands—and
they
would
be
affordable.
High
school
musical
prodigies
or
something?”

“Harp?”

Aggie
shook
her
head.
“No
harp.
Too
big
and
too—fussy.”

“But
a
cello
is
small.”

“Oh,
leave
me
alone.”

“Ok.
No
harp.
Lyre?”

Though
she
tried
to
resist,
she
failed.
Aggie
snickered
and
rolled
her
eyes.
“I
really
need
to
go.”

“Can’t
you
stay
one
more
night?
We
could
finish
up
wedding
plans.”

“Only
you
could
finish
wedding
plans
in
one
night.”
An
inscrutable
expression
on
Tina’s
face
made
Aggie
frown.
“What?”

“You’re
different
than
this
morning—more
relaxed.
I
just
noticed
it.
Aggie’s
back.”

“Well,
Aunt
Aggie
has
four
hours
to
possess
her
again.”

“You
won’t
make
it
back
before
they’re
in
bed.
Stay
plain
old
Aggie
until
morning.
You’ll
sleep
better.”

“Are
you
kidding?
I
sleep
with
one
ear
open
,
and
half
the
time, with
several
bodies
surrounding
me.”
She
grinned
at
Tina,
knowing
her
next
words
would
make
her
friend
shudder.
“Ian
managed
to
climb
out
of
his
crib,
crawl
upstairs,
and
wake
me
up
,
so
he
could
sleep
with
me
the
other
night.”

“You’re
joking,
right?
You’re
just
trying
to
totally
freak
me
out.”

“Nope.
I
lowered
his
crib.
I’ll
have
permanent
damage
to
my
spine,
but
he
can’t
get
out
anymore.”

“For
now.
That
kid
will
be
the
death
of
me
and
I’m
not
even
there,”
Tina
groaned.

“Admit
it,
you
love
him.”

“Of
course
I
do.
I
just
can’t
let
him
know
it
or
he’ll
walk
all
over
me
in
his
adorable
size
four
shoes.
”

“How
do
you
know
his
size?”
The
extent
of
Tina’s
memory
and
knowledge
of
fashion
for
all
ages
astounded
her.
“I
needed
to
know
while
shopping
and
couldn’t
get
an
answer
at
home.
I
bought
a
three
and
of
course,
they’re
too
small.”

“Um,
you
put
them
on
him
how
many
times
a
day?
The
number
is
right
there
on
a
circle
in
the
heel.
It’s
kind
of
hard
to
miss…”