Chapter Twenty-One
SHE FELT AIMEE’S eyes on her as she downed the last of her coffee and started for the front door. “I don’t get it,” Aimee said. “Not only are you up early, but you’re dressed and ready to leave before me. Who are you and what did you do with my sister?”
Karla laughed. “You’re just upset because I’m leaving you with the dishes.” While her not being awake at this hour was an over-exaggeration, it was unusual for her to be this alert and dressed, ready for the day. It even surprised her.
“Where are you going so early? And the dishes can wait until you get home. I still cooked.”
Karla slid her purse strap over her shoulder as she opened the door. “Mitch wants me to help him out around the shop, so I’m going.”
“You’re going to do oil and grease? You, definitely, are not
