“Wow,” she said. “You guys are already getting rid of stuff, huh?”
“I guess so.”
My mom came out onto the porch. “Finley. Did you see the UPS man? I was supposed to be getting a package.”
“Right here.” Lana opened her door, taking out the box.
“Did Raymond get stuck?” That was Liz, with Angela behind her.
“Yep,” Lana replied as she climbed the stairs. “Got him out, though.”
“Cat, this is Lana. She works at the Egg,” Liz told my mom. “Lana, my sister Cat.”
My mom nodded, immediately turning her attention to the box. Lana, clearly intrigued, continued to study her with interest.
Kasey appeared in the doorway. “Raymond got stuck?”
“Who’s Raymond?” my mom said.
“Our UPS driver,” Liz told her. “He’s the best.”
“Then why is she delivering my package?” my mom replied, nodding at Lana.
“Because nobody orders stuff here because of the driveway,” Kasey told her. “We just get everything sent to the Egg.”
“That driveway is a monster,” Angela agreed. “Not sure how we’re going to get all this stuff out.”
“We should just wait for them to bulldoze it,” Kasey said. “Do it then.”
Liz, startled, looked at her. “Don’t say that.”
“And we actually need it earlier,” Angela, clearly practical, pointed out. “Aren’t we doing the sale this weekend?”
“This weekend?” Lana turned to look at Kasey. “That was fast.”
“What is that anyway?” Liz asked my mom, nodding at the box.
“A printer,” she replied. “I figured we’d need it for the paperwork.”
Kasey said, “There’s one at the Egg. That’s what we use.”
“And Trav has a really fast one at the office,” Liz added. “It’s only five minutes.”
“That’s ridiculous,” my mom said, irritated. “We need a printer here.”
“Wehave one,” Kasey replied. “At the Egg.”
“But the driveway’s a pain, you just said so,” my mom told her. Kasey rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it with me. You can put a blue sticker on it if you want.”
Silence.
“Welp,” Lana said, after a moment. “Guess I’ll get back to work. Nice meeting everyone.”
We all stood there, watching, as she went down the stairs and got back into the truck. It was like someone had cast a spell of awkwardness over us.
“A printer will probably come in handy, actually,” Liz said finally.
“It’s theprinciple,” Kasey said. And we were back. “God forbid anything here is good enough for Cat.”
