~Lucy
The kitchen is clean, and there’s hardly any trace that she was cooking, except for the bowl and muffin tin drying in the sink drainer.
Oh, and my favorite mug.
I’m going to have to start hiding that thing if I ever want to drink out of it again.
I grab the mug out of the basket and pour a cup of hot coffee while I text Lucy back.
Me: You know you don’t have to bake apology muffins.
By the time I finish my coffee and get out the door, I have two texts on my phone.
Lucy: Yes, I did. I was way too grouchy at you, and I’M SO VERY SORRY.
And that’s why I don’t regret having Lucy as a roommate. Who can argue with someone so good-natured?
A text from my sister pings on my phone.
Ainsley: I couldn’t handle it. I told Grandma you have a serious girlfriend.
She told herwhat?
Me: ?
Ainsley: I know. I KNOW. I shouldn’t have done it, but now I did. SO, PLEASE GO FIND A SERIOUS GIRLFRIEND.
Right. Because you can find those in an aisle at the grocery store. What are little sisters for except to get you in trouble?
I don’t even bother texting her back. I’d rather text my roommate. At least she puts a smile on my face.
Me: Well, thanks for the apology muffins. But I promise it wasn’t a big deal.
Lucy: Eat the muffins. It will appease my guilty conscience.
Me: I understand you wanted to keep the peace between the two of you, but siblings yell at each other. My sister yells at me almost every time we see each other.
Lucy: Yes, but my relationship with Willa is a little different.
Me: You’re responsible adults?
Lucy: Exactly.
Me: Why do I get the feeling your relationship is extremely fragile?
Lucy: Don’t be nosy. It’s not a good look for you.
Me: I thought I wore that one pretty well.
Lucy: Wait, are you nosy?
Me: I’m the oldest in my family—I don’t have to be nosy. I already know everything.
Lucy: So very humble. Oops. A dog just puked in the waiting room.
I wonder if she was using voice-to-text because of the way she blurted out the ‘oops.’ For some reason, it makes me smile to picture her sitting in her veterinary office, talking to her phone so that it sends me a text.
I slip my phone into my back pocket and grab the whole plate of muffins before I head to work.
