“Hey,” Frankie said. “Start putting this stuff away, would you?”
“Sure.” She finished whatever she was doing on her phone, then got up. “Did you get any brownie mix?”
Harper shook her head. “Were we supposed to?”
“I texted mom.”
“I didn’t see it,” Frankie said. “Sorry. But hey, if you really want brownies, I bet Joyce would make you some.”
Willa’s frown disappeared. “Oh, good point. I could take Bunny for a walk as a way of paying her back.”
“You could,” Harper said. “But I’m pretty sure walking Bunny isn’t Joyce’s responsibility. There might be something else you could do for her. Couldn’t hurt to ask.”
“You’re right, maybe there’s something else she needs help with.” Willa started pulling groceries out of the bags.
Harper doubted it. Joyce was about as self-sufficient as a person could be. But it would be nice for Willa to make the offer. Joyce would probably be tickled to make the brownies. Or Beryl would. The two of them seemed to really enjoying feeding other people.
Harper and Frankie went back to the car for another load of bags and books. Harper grabbed bags with one hand and her stack of books with the other. “We should have brought a shopping bag.”
Frankie nodded. “I need to just keep one in the car.”
“Definitely.” Arms full, Harper paused. Frankie was struggling with the canvases she’d bought. “Can you get all of that?”
“No, but it’s my art stuff. I don’t mind making another trip.” Frankie leaned the canvases against the side of the car. “You go see what Jack needs. And take him that bag with his knitting stuff.”
“I will.” Harper called the elevator again and kept the doors from closing until Frankie got on. She had several bags of art supplies and the books she’d checked out.
She smiled. “Today was a good day. I like having a stack of unread books.”
Harper laughed. “Me, too. I need to figure out their ebook lending, though. Less to carry that way.”
The elevator doors opened.
“True,” Frankie said. She went out ahead of Harper, carrying the art supplies straight to the office.
Harper set the last of the groceries on the kitchen counter. “Did you take out the bag of seedless red grapes yet?”
“Yes, I just put them in the fridge,” Willa said.
“Get them out for me? They’re for Jack. I’m going to run them over to him with his knitting stuff.”
Willa got the grapes out. “Oh, did Mom get yarn? I want to see it.”
“Right here,” Frankie said as she rejoined them. She pulled out a skein and held it up. “What do you think?”
“Oh, very pretty,” Willa said. “That’s going to make a great blanket.” She stuck her lower lip out. “I can’t believe Jack Marsh is knitting you something.”
Frankie laughed. “It’s not for me, it’s for the guest house.”
“You’re going to be living there, so it’s for you, Mom.” Willa rolled her eyes, smiling. “Come on now.”
Frankie pursed her lips. “Jealous much?”
Harper laughed. “You two.” She looked in the bag of yarn. “Is that all his stuff?”
Frankie nodded. “It is.”
“Okay. I’m off.” Harper grabbed that bag and the grapes and went to the guest house.
