We’d emptied the fridge and cupboards of perishables before leaving for fair week. Karen took pity on us and sent us home with egg salad she’d just made fresh. While Dana moved laundry around, I ran up to the little general store before it closed for the evening and picked up bread and supplies for the next couple of days.
I walked back into the house and closed the door firmly behind me. Dana was taking plates out of the cupboard. “Ah, domestic bliss.”
She cracked a smile and then commanded, “Hand over the bread!”
I unpacked the groceries and put them away wordlessly while she assembled our dinner in companionable silence. I didn’t know what she was thinking but I thought it might be the same thing I was; I really wanted that house. There were a few cons, sure, but there were a lot mor
