replied.
Faith expected no less of a response from her mother. Ester could've been standing in the middle of a disaster area and given the same answer.
“How's work?” Ester asked.
“Just waiting for inspiration to strike,” Faith squinted her dark chocolate brown eyes up at the sun. “I finished all of the specific photos assigned to articles, but I still need a cover. Caleb's letting me do my own thing for it, so it has to be perfect.”
“It'll come to you.”
Ester wasn't placating her, Faith knew. Her mother genuinely believed in her daughter's talent. It was the one thing that had always kept Faith going, even when everyone else said she couldn't do, that she'd never amount to anything. Her mother's belief in her had been her rock.
“Thanks, Mama,” Faith was genuinely appreciative of the support. “How is your day going?”
“Work's good,” Ester changed the subject and Faith could almost see the dismissive wave. There was very rarely anything exciting going on at the button factory where Ester worked. It was small enough that there was rarely any of the drama that went along with a huge plant, but big enough that it wasn't too much like a family, complete with bickering. “I was talking to Linda Chase at the nursing home yesterday and she told me that her grandson Benjamin is moving back to town.”
“Mama,” Faith suppressed a sigh. She knew where this conversation was going. “Did you tell Mrs. Chase that I'd go out with her grandson?”
“Of course not.”
Ester sounded indignant, but Faith could also hear a hint of sheepishness in her mother's words. Expected, of course, thanks to her mother's myriad of previous attempts to fix her up with one of her friends' sons or the grandsons of the people at the nursing home where Ester volunteered. Faith knew that her mother meant well, that the reason behind the set-ups wasn't because Ester thought Faith needed a man, but because Ester worried that Faith was lonely and wouldn't take the time to find someone on her own. At least one of those was accurate. Faith was extremely busy.
She kept her voice stern but respectful. “Mama, have you even met this Benjamin?”
“I'm having lunch with Linda tomorrow and it's possible that Benjamin will be there,” Ester admitted. “I wasn't going to ask you to meet someone that I hadn't talked to first. You know me better than that.”
“So you don't even know if he and I would have anything in common.” It was a statement, not a question.
“How do you know if you don't try?” Ester countered, the argument as familiar as their greetings.
“I have to go now, Mama,” Faith glanced at her watch. “I'll call you when I get home.”
“Talk to you soon, Baby Girl.”
Faith was smiling and shaking her head as she hung up. Even when dealing with her mother's matchmaking tendencies, she always felt better after talking with her. If nothing else, it generally cleared her mind.
“Faith?” Madison Cartwright was standing nearby.
“Oh, hey, Madison,” Faith greeted her favorite model. She'd used the tall brunette on more than one assignment. Beautiful, easy to work with, and just an overall sweet girl. They'd even occasionally spent time together outside of work. “If you wouldn't mind sticking around for a little while longer, I might need you for my cover shot.”
“No problem,” Madison tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “I actually came over here to ask you something.”
“Shoot,” Faith picked up a different lens and held it up to the light. There was a small chip out of one corner. Should make for some interesting lighting. She screwed it onto the camera.
“I do want to clarify that I was going to talk to you about this before I heard you and your mom talking,” Madison threw out a disclaimer. “But I have a friend I really want you to meet.”
Faith stared. Had she heard Madison correctly?
“And before you say no, I want you to know that I wasn't looking for someone
Faith expected no less of a response from her mother. Ester could've been standing in the middle of a disaster area and given the same answer.
“How's work?” Ester asked.
“Just waiting for inspiration to strike,” Faith squinted her dark chocolate brown eyes up at the sun. “I finished all of the specific photos assigned to articles, but I still need a cover. Caleb's letting me do my own thing for it, so it has to be perfect.”
“It'll come to you.”
Ester wasn't placating her, Faith knew. Her mother genuinely believed in her daughter's talent. It was the one thing that had always kept Faith going, even when everyone else said she couldn't do, that she'd never amount to anything. Her mother's belief in her had been her rock.
“Thanks, Mama,” Faith was genuinely appreciative of the support. “How is your day going?”
“Work's good,” Ester changed the subject and Faith could almost see the dismissive wave. There was very rarely anything exciting going on at the button factory where Ester worked. It was small enough that there was rarely any of the drama that went along with a huge plant, but big enough that it wasn't too much like a family, complete with bickering. “I was talking to Linda Chase at the nursing home yesterday and she told me that her grandson Benjamin is moving back to town.”
“Mama,” Faith suppressed a sigh. She knew where this conversation was going. “Did you tell Mrs. Chase that I'd go out with her grandson?”
“Of course not.”
Ester sounded indignant, but Faith could also hear a hint of sheepishness in her mother's words. Expected, of course, thanks to her mother's myriad of previous attempts to fix her up with one of her friends' sons or the grandsons of the people at the nursing home where Ester volunteered. Faith knew that her mother meant well, that the reason behind the set-ups wasn't because Ester thought Faith needed a man, but because Ester worried that Faith was lonely and wouldn't take the time to find someone on her own. At least one of those was accurate. Faith was extremely busy.
She kept her voice stern but respectful. “Mama, have you even met this Benjamin?”
“I'm having lunch with Linda tomorrow and it's possible that Benjamin will be there,” Ester admitted. “I wasn't going to ask you to meet someone that I hadn't talked to first. You know me better than that.”
“So you don't even know if he and I would have anything in common.” It was a statement, not a question.
“How do you know if you don't try?” Ester countered, the argument as familiar as their greetings.
“I have to go now, Mama,” Faith glanced at her watch. “I'll call you when I get home.”
“Talk to you soon, Baby Girl.”
Faith was smiling and shaking her head as she hung up. Even when dealing with her mother's matchmaking tendencies, she always felt better after talking with her. If nothing else, it generally cleared her mind.
“Faith?” Madison Cartwright was standing nearby.
“Oh, hey, Madison,” Faith greeted her favorite model. She'd used the tall brunette on more than one assignment. Beautiful, easy to work with, and just an overall sweet girl. They'd even occasionally spent time together outside of work. “If you wouldn't mind sticking around for a little while longer, I might need you for my cover shot.”
“No problem,” Madison tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “I actually came over here to ask you something.”
“Shoot,” Faith picked up a different lens and held it up to the light. There was a small chip out of one corner. Should make for some interesting lighting. She screwed it onto the camera.
“I do want to clarify that I was going to talk to you about this before I heard you and your mom talking,” Madison threw out a disclaimer. “But I have a friend I really want you to meet.”
Faith stared. Had she heard Madison correctly?
“And before you say no, I want you to know that I wasn't looking for someone
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