Connor came back about an hour later, laden with so many boxes and bags he had to make two trips up from wherever his vehicle was parked to unload it all. “And now I’ve got to get down to the gallery. It’s already past ten-thirty.”
“Sorry,” I said, and I did actually mean it. I hadn’t intended to make him late to work…and also, seeing all those supplies spread out on the kitchen counter and dining room table made me realize how much I’d asked him to buy. “I didn’t realize it would be so much.”
“It’s fine.” He didn’t smile. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” And like that, he was gone again.
I looked out at the grocery bags and the boxes with the new pans and gadgets, and took in a breath. Time to get to work.
And work it was, but I found myself enjoying it. Chopping things and stirring thin
