Chapter Eighteen
“Of course this isn’t a mistake. Diane, I know what I’m doing,” Annie said as she unlocked her front door and carried a paper bag of groceries into her house. She kicked off her sandals and stood for a moment in the front entryway, barefoot, taking in her home and everything that had changed. There was a beautiful hall table and a mirror now mounted on the wall, as well as a bench where she could store hats and gloves.
“Annie, listen to me. It’s too soon. Stay with us for a while longer. You can’t rush this sort of thing.” Diane was behind her, but Annie was still blown away by the fact that her husband had set up her house, with new furniture in the dining room, and the kitchen had been unpacked and organized. She really was touched that he had gone to the trouble to tu
