Sarah arrived at Karli’s on Thanksgiving Day with a bottle of wine. “Here,” she said, holding it out. “I thought this would go well with our lunch.”
“Absolutely!” Karli exclaimed. “Speaking of which, it is just about ready. Come on in.”
“So, how’s your week been, girl?” Sarah asked as she followed her into the kitchen.
“Not bad,” Karli answered. “Got some surprisingly good feedback from my readers about my latest blog. For the most part, it was positive. What about yours?”
“Well, I may have to start making regular trips up to Denver at some point,” Sarah revealed. “There’s an anomaly in the monthly reporting they want me to physically ferret out. I was hoping I would be able to research it remotely. You know how much I hate to fly.”
“I do know,” Karli confirmed, her nose crinkling at
