Call Me Mrs. Miracle Page #4

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Gloria tells me you used

to give a big Christmas party

for all of your employees

across the street.

Yeah, we did.

We don't do that anymore.

Oh.

My mother,

she died on Christmas Eve,

so my father thinks it's disrespectful

if we celebrate.

Oh.

I don't think so.

In fact, I miss celebrating Christmas

with everyone.

You love this store, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's like a second home.

Well, why don't you stand up

for yourself? Tell him how you feel.

Well, you're a Finley too.

Has anyone ever told you

that you can be very nosy?

Oh, yes, every day.

Sometimes twice a day.

I'm gonna catch a cab.

Or you could walk home.

It will relax you and clear your head.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

The city is beautiful this time of year,

vendors selling roasted chestnuts.

Maybe I'll grab a bag, huh?

He's wrong, you know.

Ahem. I beg your pardon?

Your father is wrong

to think that celebrating Christmas

is disrespectful to your mother.

Celebrating anything in her memory

honors her.

Good night, Mrs. Merkle.

Good night.

Roasted chestnuts. It's a tradition.

You wanna get some?

Yes.

Okay.

Jake, again.

Holly, again.

We keep running into each other.

It appears that way.

Three bags, please.

You live around here?

No, we're coming back

from ice skating.

Oh, nice.

When I was your age,

Thank you.

My mother used to buy me

a bag of roasted chestnuts,

and we'd go for a ride in a carriage

around the park.

Can we get a ride? Please?

Well, I don't think we have a choice.

Down Fifth Avenue, please, sir.

Okay, careful.

Thanks. This is so cool.

Giddyap.

I wish it would snow.

It's not Christmas unless it snows.

I don't think that's gonna happen

this year.

See that?

That's the only toy Gabe wants.

The only problem is

Santa can't seem to find one.

Oh, that toy could cost me my job.

What?

I decided not to stock it in the store.

Why not?

I think kids should have toys

that spark their imagination,

you know? It's...

When I was a kid,

I had these plastic toy soldiers

I used to play with in the backyard,

in the dirt, for hours,

fighting imaginary battles,

defending imaginary castles.

I played with the same

green and yellow jump rope

for an entire summer.

I was afraid that was gonna happen.

It's been a long day.

My apartment's just around the corner.

You could take my car service home.

Oh, it's okay. I appreciate it,

but we can take the bus.

I live in Brooklyn.

I have a car service that I pay for

that I never use.

I am sure they make fun of me

behind my back.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Okay. Ha-ha.

Okay.

Seeing Christmas

through the eyes of a child,

it's kind of like living it

all over again, you know?

Yeah.

Well, here we are.

You live here?

Finley.

Finley as in

Finley's Department Stores?

I just put that together now.

It's okay. It's a common last name.

All right, big guy, here we are.

Just hop right in, okay?

Well, thank you, again.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey,

do you wanna go out sometime?

I'm not really dating right now.

Um...

Between Gabe and work, I just...

I don't have any free time.

Me neither.

How about Monday night?

Well, I don't have anybody

to watch Gabe.

I haven't left him alone for a night

since his dad went away.

Then why don't I bring

dinner to you? Both of you.

That would be wonderful.

Okay.

Monday night? Chinese food?

That's my favorite.

Mine too.

Okay.

All right, then.

Thank you.

Good night.

There's nothing like roasted

chestnuts to bring people together.

Mrs. Merkle, you're in early.

I like to get a jump start on my day.

Ha-ha.

Oh, I like your hair like that.

It's very festive.

Thank you.

I always used to wear it like this.

I don't know why I stopped.

How was your weekend?

The strangest thing happened.

Mr. Finley drove me home

Saturday night,

and we got a flat tire

right in front of this little coffee shop,

so we decide to go in

and have dinner.

We have a lot in common.

My husband died

the same year his wife died.

Imagine that.

Yeah.

Good morning, Gloria, Mrs. Merkle.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Finley.

How was your weekend?

Fantastic.

I made myself a new scarf.

What do you think?

Oh, it's lovely.

And how was your weekend?

It was very nice.

I ran into Holly Wilson and her

nephew, Gabe, on Saturday night.

Oh, great.

Did you make another date?

Oh, sorry. Is that too nosy?

Actually, I did, yes.

I am taking dinner

to her apartment tonight.

Oh, and I know a great restaurant

with takeout Chinese food.

Of course you do.

See you later.

What's up?

Ugh. I'm trying to find an

Intellytron for Gabe for Christmas.

It's all he wants,

and they're sold out everywhere.

Oh, here.

You gotta go on SuchHotStuff. Com.

Where you can find sold-out

and hard-to-find stuff.

I got Donny and Marie concert tickets

there last month.

Did you just say Donny and Marie?

Don't judge.

You think they're gonna have

an Intellytron on here?

Yes, but they'll be selling

hundreds over cost.

I don't have hundreds over cost.

Hey, how did Saturday go

at the Home Shopping Show?

I don't think there were many sales.

And she managed to offend

most of the viewers.

And I'm pretty sure she's gonna

find a way to make it my fault.

In my office. Now.

See?

Ugh. I cannot believe I let you talk

me into going on that stupid show.

People with taste don't buy clothing

off the television.

Their main audience is

probably prisoners or shut-ins.

It's all part

of the new marketing plan.

I thought it would expand

your client base

and reach out to women who never

shop in the designer department.

Well, you were wrong.

Women who shop off the TV

don't wear nice clothes.

They wear prison jumpsuits

or robes around the house all day

and then they call it a housecoat.

You should visit some of the shops

where we've expanded your line.

Take a look at your buyers beyond

the designer shops on Madison Avenue.

Get to know your core customers.

You want me to go to a retail store

and look at people?

Ordinary people?

Ugh. What is this? Another one

of your marketing "ideas"?

No...

Yes.

Uh...

Only one week till Christmas.

Sales are steady,

but there's no way we sell this out.

I wouldn't worry.

Most people wait

till the last minute to go shopping.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

You never come down here.

Elevator is being serviced,

I had to use the stairs.

I have to pass through the toy

department in order to leave the store.

It's nice to see you, Mr. Finley,

out of your office.

Oh, hello, Gloria.

Mrs. Martinez.

Hello, Mr. Finley.

Awfully quiet here, isn't it?

Sales usually pick up late afternoon.

Mm. It's 5:
30.

He means closer to 6.

Most people like to come late.

Thrilling for them to see if they

can get here before we close. Ha-ha.

Let me walk you out, Mr. Finley,

so you don't get lost.

I have no intention of getting lost.

You remind me of a literary figure.

Really? Who?

Scrooge.

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