“No, no,” said Mr. Meffo. “You’re looking at it wrong. The Man with the Yellow Hat is the victim. George keeps promising to behave, but he never does. Not to mention,” he said, warming to his theme, “that Curious George basically teaches kids it’s acceptable to damage property as long as you do something cute afterward.” He threw his hands in the air. “What kind of message is that?”
Nina glanced over at Tom, who had been leaning in the doorway listening quietly. He was looking at Liz and Meffo with narrowed eyes.
“Where did those muffins come from?” he asked.
“From the lovely, lovely lady who’s stealing my store,” Liz told him. “I think she felt badly about the fighting and the ice cream, so she came over last night and dropped off a peace offering.” She reached for the last mini muffin. “I ended up eating some for dinner, and then I decided to reorganize the books.” She looked around. “I started well, but then I got distracted.”
There was a pause.
“You’re stoned,” said Nina.
“Don’t be silly, Nina.”
“Liz, she sells pot-infused makeup. Someone who thinks pot should be in eye shadow certainly isn’t going to hold back when it comes to baked goods.”
“Huh,” said Liz. “Well, that might explain my pressing desire to raise goats and live in harmony with nature.” She turned to Mr. Meffo. “My apologies, Mr. Meffo, I appear to have given you adulterated muffins.”
“Adulterated Muffins is a great band name,” he replied, giggling again. “Plus, we’re adults, so adulterated is completely appropriate.”
“You’re funny,” said Liz. “I should never have called you Mephistopheles.”
“And I shouldn’t have called you Slippery Liz.” His eyes softened. “I will miss our monthly cat and mouse. Of all my delinquent tenants, you were my favorite.”
“But wait,” said Nina to the landlord. “Do we really have to close so soon? I have money now. I want to buy into the store, pay you back, and help Liz run Knight’s for another twenty years.” She looked at her boss. “I wasn’t sure until just now, but I love readers, too, and books, and there’s nothing I want more than to spend my working life making introductions.”
“Are you sure?” Liz looked worried. “I mean, I get that the universe whirls in mysterious yada yada, but wouldn’t you rather travel the world?”
“No, I’d rather stay home and read.”
“What about investing in real estate?” asked Meffo.
“In this market, are you mad?” replied Nina.
“What about your photography?” asked Liz.
“I’ll buy a nicer camera, but I’m not quitting my day job.” Nina grew exasperated. “What is with everyone? I don’t want to travel, I don’t want to buy a house, I want to run a bookstore, and this is the bookstore I want to run.” She turned to Tom. “You believe me, don’t you?”
Tom nodded. “Baby, you do you.”
“Well, I don’t know . . .” Mr. Meffo was frowning. “Puff and Pout signed a lease.”
“They just got you guys high without warning you! I think a strongly worded conversation should encourage them to back off.”
Liz looked around. “It’s going to take a while to reorganize all this.”
Nina felt triumphant. “That’s OK, Tom and I are going on a road trip, anyway.”
“We are?” asked Tom.
“Yes,” crowed Nina. “To Mexico. I just decided. I like being spontaneous!”
“Oh my God,” said Liz, who was clearly losing her buzz. “You’re like a character in a book.”
“Lizzy Bennet? Katniss Everdeen?”
“No, the stubborn guy in Green Eggs and Ham. After all the irritating and obsessive planning, it turns out you like to wing it after all.” She adopted a singsong tone. “I do! I like being flexible! And I will do it on a train, and I will do it in the rain.” She turned to Tom. “I guess that makes you Sam-I-Am.”
He shrugged. “I’ll take that. Persistent and loyal are pretty good character traits.”
Nina laughed out loud. She’d found her purpose—not reading as many good books as possible, but helping other people do so. She was going to make Knight’s a huge success; she was going to add a big, shiny coffee machine, and put her photos on the wall, and get a store dog and call it Admiral Frontispiece . . . or maybe it was just the muffins kicking in.
“Come on,” she said to Tom, jumping up. “Let’s go!”
So, dear reader, that’s precisely what they did. And once they’d finished doing that, they lived happily ever after.