FIONA

Chapter Four: Sisterly Love

When Fiona walked through the front door, the sweet, savory, scents of ground turkey filled the air. She tossed her purse, keys, and jacket onto the loveseat, and walked into the kitchen where her sister Beverley was cooking dinner. "Smells good, Beverley," she said, closing her eyes, taking a deep whiff of the fragrant aromas filling the air, "Makes my mouth water."

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," Beverley said, looking up at her and stirring the meat in the pot, "You're seeming chipper all of a sudden. How was the drive to the store?"

"Wonderful," Fiona sighed, "While I was in the pain reliever aisle, at the drugstore, I bumped into Blaine Conrad, and he's even more gorgeous than what he was in high school. I can't get over how he's outdone himself in looks. I never dreamed it would be possible to outdo perfection," with her eyes closed, and her head tilted back, twirling around in the kitchen like a love struck teenager.

"Hmm. We haven't seen him around in years. What's he doing these days, Fiona?". Beverley inquired, tapping the wooden spoon on the edge of the pot, and adding some garlic powder to the meat.

"He's in construction. A foreman for his uncle's company. We have a date Saturday night. The day after my birthday. Turning twenty-nine years old has never been sweeter. I can't wait to get my birthday over and done with, so Saturday night can come along sooner. Blaine is the man of my dreams. We had coffee together at the café across the street from the drugstore, and talked. It was a nice talk," Fiona sighed while backing into the counter, knocking some bowls and pots down from the dish rack.

Beverley jumped, because of the thud the pots made when crashing onto the floor. "Be careful, girl. You scared me with all of the noise those pots and bowls made. Open your eyes and watch what you're doing. It's great you have a date this Saturday night, but you want to remain in one piece."

"So what you do today, aside from household chores?" Fiona asked, picking up the bowls and pots from the floor.

"You be sure to wash those," Beverley said, knitting her eyebrows.

"I will. But first, I want to change out of these clothes and get into my pajamas. I want to be more comfortable before I do anything else," Fiona said, heading downstairs into the basement.

"Don't be too long," Beverly yelled down to her, "dinner's almost ready."

At dinner, Fiona began with the discussion of church business. "Have you begun making the pies yet for the church bake sale? It's Saturday, don't forget," while stuffing some ground turkey into her mouth with her spoon.

"I already made some of them last night. They're in the freezer. Just you don't eat any of them. I made ten apple. Tomorrow, I will make peach cobbler, along with some homemade whipped topping," Beverley replied, shaking some salt into the ground turkey.

"Don't you think you have enough salt in the meat already? You're going to get high blood pressure, the way you're going, Beverley. You know what the doctor said about you staying away from salt. He said you are borderline. Just because you're not on blood pressure pills yet, is no reason to abuse your health, dear sister," Fiona scolded while observing Beverley.

"Just pay attention to your own meal, and leave me be. Okay?" Beverley grunted, mixing the salt into her meat with her fork.