Chapter 22That afternoon when I got home, I rushed about, cleaning the house, vacuuming and dusting, and then started preparing dinner. I kept glancing at the clock, and the closer the hands got to six, the more quickly I moved. So by the time it six arrived, I was breathing hard. Then the ringing of the doorbell sent a jolt through me.
I grabbed a dishtowel and wiped my hands, tossing it onto the kitchen counter. Before going to the door, I stopped by a mirror in the living room to check myself. Satisfied everything was in order, I stepped over to the door and opened it.
Gayle stood there, wearing sunglasses, light blue blouse, and khaki pants. He teeth shone brightly, as she grinned.
“Hey there,” she said, holding a plastic grocery bag in one hand and bottle of wine in the other.
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