Quota reached and passed
After everyone had left, Natalie went into the kitchen to see what she could rustle for dinner.
Felix stayed close, trying to be helpful. Objectless guilt riddled his mind.
“Is an omelet with salad all right?” Natalie asked.
“That’s fine. What can I do? Wash the lettuce?”
Natalie squinted at him. Felix hated washing the salad.
“Sure, thanks!”
Felix took a deep breath and made his way to the sink.
“So, that’s weird what’s going on across the street.”
“There is certainly no shortage of interest in this neighborhood,” Natalie remarked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Ben and his story, and then there’s Aimee ...”
“What about Aimee?”
“She seems to lead a charmed existence, doesn’t she?”
“Is that it? She said something about neighbors not being engaged. What
