But now that she had Nathan in the kitchen with her, she couldn’t seem to remember what had been so pressing that it required his immediate attention. “You want something to drink?” she asked, popping open a can of soda for him. And then, in the same breath, she added, “Are you drunk?”
“I just had one beer,” Nathan told her. As she handed him the can, he set the soda aside. “Look, Cindy, I was sort of in the middle of something—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” she announced. Opening the refrigerator, she ducked her head inside as cold air drifted out to swirl around Nathan’s ankles. “Can you chop up more broccoli for me? Do you think we need any more out there?”
“I doubt anyone came for the broccoli,” Nathan muttered. “Cindy, really, I have to get back…”
Closing the refrigerator, Cindy
