“Why’s that?” Averyasked.
“We’ve talked about it, and I’m going to work on my graduate degree so that I can teach literaturesomeday.”
“That sounds good,” Sadie said with less enthusiasm than a northern tryinggrits.
Avery sighed. “I always thought you’dwritesome classicliterature.”
“No, you’re the writer in the family. I just enjoy the stories,” Isaid.
Sadie’s phone dinged. She squeezed my hand before she released it and checked her phone. “Ohno.”
“What is it?” Iasked.
“We had a call in for tomorrow. Someone’s sick,” Sadiesaid.
Avery sat up. “I canwork.”
“You don’t even need to ask.” I rested my head on her shoulder and batted my lashes at her. “You know I’m the sweetsister.”
Avery slugged me with a light fist to mybicep.
“Um…I didn’t ask. You’re both already on the schedule. Avery is morning shift; you are afternoon. The problem is that I had told the rehab center that I could volunteer tomorrow. Listen, could one of you volunteer for me while the other one helps all day? I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’d cancel, but Ipromised.”
Avery waved her hands in front of her. “Count me out. I hate any kind of doctor’s office, you knowthat.”
“I don’t mind. Actually, I prefer it over serving food. I’ll cover for you.” I offered a reassuring smile. “Of course, you’ll have to tell me where the rehab center is because when I left we didn’t haveone.”
“It’s about to be finished. Same guy who did the renovations to my bakery won the bid on the center. He’ll be your contacttomorrow.”
“Who’s that?” Iasked.
“KevinSlayder.”
