smile in place. “So? Will you let me help you out? We could try it for a
week. We’ll arrange your area together and then work on prices. You can
see if that makes a difference. If not, then maybe I don’t know what I’m
talking about. I’ll admit that I don’t know everything. I’ve been known to
be wrong. A time or two.” She winked at Wade when she said that, and it
actually earned her a reluctant twitch of his lips. She stepped forward and
offered her hand. “Will that work?”
Wade stared at her proffered palm like it might actually be a viper or
some kind of trick. He even glanced around and looked over her shoulder,
as if someone was going to jump out with a camera at any time or
something equally ridiculous.
“I-I suppose that-that we could give it a try,” Wade blustered. He still
looked skeptical, but some of his anger had faded to be replaced with doubt.
That was good. Doubt was a good start.
“Okay.” Romi moved off to the pile of dressers, old radios, cabinets,
chests, and other furniture items placed haphazardly all around the space. “I
think that our most successful vendors create a homey atmosphere. If we
rearrange these to make them look more like little rooms, I think it could
help people visualize the furniture in their own homes. What do you say?”
“Oh. I-I suppose.”
“Great. I’ll call down for a few of the guys to come up. They’re not doing
any unloading today. They can help. While they’re arranging, we can also
go over some of the prices. How’s that game plan?”
“Better than what I had,” Wade grumbled, but he actually seemed to perk
up.
Romi turned and reached for the handheld radio she had hooked to the
waistband of her skirt. She’d worn one of her favorites, a flared out black
vintage skirt with a white lace trimmed blouse. And for the fun of it, she’d
paired with it a cute set of black flats that had cat faces and ears on them.
Because, why not wear one of her favorite pairs of shoes?