“Maybe you only sent the first half?”
“Maybe,” Hanna said. “I’ll check and send you the rest of the info when I’m home! Your mom and I have big plans with a bucket of grout.”
“Is it pathetic that I’m actually jealous?”
Hanna laughed as Cami wiggled a black and white patterned tile at her. Hanna shook her head and pointed back at the emerald they’d started with.
“You should be, we’re having the best time. Berty might even bring the weed whacker over later, and then it’s a real party.”
“Good, you two need to be supervised.”
Hanna smiled. “FaceTime date next week?”
“Really?”
Hanna tried not to flinch at the excitement in her voice. She’d been too quiet since she’d been home.
“Yeah! Text me your availability. We have a lot to catch up on.”
“We do,” Sara said. “Hey, Hanna?”
“Yeah?”
“Hug my mom for me.”
“Deal,” she said. She hung up the call and pushed her phone back into her purse.
“She doesn’t know you’re putting the house on the market?”
Hanna swirled her coffee, watered down in the late summer heat.
“I didn’t want to excite her just yet. I could still chicken out.”
Cami wrapped an arm around Hanna’s shoulders.
“Lisa didn’t raise a chicken.”
Lisa did not raise a chicken, but she did raise a girl who, at the end of the day, was pretty bad at grouting tile, but not too bad at interior design.
She agreed to a tacit ceasefire with the sponge and set it in a bucket, wiping her brow as she admired her work.
It was only one of the two bathrooms, but it was progress. She still had flooring to install in her kitchen, cabinets to paint, and a few windows to replace, but her list got shorter with each passing day.
Hanna reached for her phone as she fell back on the cool tile floor.
Sara
Wednesday, 3PM. I want the full story, top to bottom.
I feel like I only caught a third of what was happening.
Hanna
It’s not that interesting. You got the good stuff.
Sara
I want notes. Diagrams. Screenshots.
