Chapter FiveRuth entered her apartment. Shedding her coat, she slung it onto a nearby chair and tossed her purse on top before stalking into the kitchen for a glass of milk. Varis turned from the sink where several dishes swam in sudsy water. Ignoring her friend's raised eyebrows, Ruth opened the icebox and stared inside. Three apples, a half-empty jar of marmalade, and a small loaf of bread huddled on the shelves.
Her shoulders sagged. “Ugh! Why can't I remember when it's my turn to grocery shop? What did you have for dinner?”
Varis rinsed and dried the last bowl before draining the sink and toweling the moisture from her hands. “Don't worry about it. I used the last of the cheese to make a sandwich.” She peered at Ruth. “From the scowl on your face, I guess your romantic evening with a
