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“Let me leave my coat out here or you’re going to have two
puddles in your living room,” she said, shimmying out of her
slicker. “I got soaked in the few seconds I was out there.”
Jo tossed her coat on the rocker along with the umbrella and
followed Katie inside as she led the way to the kitchen.
Katie immediately set the wine on the counter. As Jo wandered to
the table, Katie pulled open the drawer by the refrigerator. From
the back of the drawer, she pulled out a rusted Swiss Army knife
and readied the opener.
“This is great. I’m starved. I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Help yourself. How did it go with the painting?”
“Well, I got the living room done. But after that, it wasn’t such a
good day.”
“What happened?”
“I’ll tell you about it later. I need wine first. How about you? What
did you do?”
“Nothing much. Ran to the store, cleaned up, did my laundry.”
Jo took a seat at the table and reached for a cracker. “In other
words, memoir material.”
Katie laughed as she began to twist the corkscrew. “Oh, yeah. Real
exciting.”
“Do you want me to get that?” Jo asked.
“I think I’ve got it.”
“Good.” Jo smirked. “Because I’m the guest, and I expect to be
pampered.”