Olive Oil and White Bread by Georgia Beers

Author:Georgia Beers [Beers, Georgia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781612940502
Publisher: Bywater Books

1999

Kiss Me

Seventeen

“I have to say,” Shay pointed out as she sipped a beer and watched a burly young man walk past her carrying Angie’s coffee table. “This sure beats the last time you moved.”

“We’re in our thirties now,” Angie said with a grin. “In our thirties, we hire movers.”

“Amen to that. I’m too damned old to be hauling your shit around.”

“So am I.” Angie perched on the edge of a chair and watched as Jillian directed the movers, pointing this way and that, giving instructions as to where each box, piece of furniture, or other item should go. “I will never not hire movers again.”

“We’re never moving again,” Jillian snapped as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“She seems a little edgy,” Shay whispered.

Angie grimaced. “She’s probably tired.” She didn’t add that Jillian had done the majority of the packing, given Angie’s hours, and was none too happy about it. Her brain tossed her a quick flashback of last night’s conversation.

“You’re the one who wanted this move,” Jillian said as she made lists and packed up the last couple of boxes. “The least you could do is be here to help.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Angie meant it, but it didn’t seem to make Jillian feel any better. She reached for a box, not really knowing what to do with it, feeling—and, she was certain, looking—useless.

Jillian’s sigh was filled with annoyance. “Just leave it. I’ve got it.”

Angie tried to shake the memory away. “I hate it when she’s mad at me.”

“I get that,” Shay said with a nod.

“It just seems like lately, she’s always mad. You know? She’s got a really short temper and I feel like I’ve got to tiptoe around her sometimes, but I have no idea why.”

“Have you asked her?”

Angie almost laughed at the ridiculousness of that suggestion. First of all, Jillian was just like her mother—though she’d never admit it. She held things in. Bottled them up. She let Angie try to figure out what was wrong. “If I ask her, she’ll just say it’s nothing.”

“Typical woman,” Shay said, reaching across to playfully push at Angie’s shoulder.

“Right?” Angie grinned, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Angie wasn’t sure what was going on, if Jillian was still annoyed about her hours. Boy, had that become an old argument. And yes, Angie was still working hard, still working long hours, but she was making really good money. They were able to afford nice things, including this house.

Angie had been looking at houses on a whim. Over the past few months, she’d noticed herself paying close attention to “For Sale” signs whenever she was out on a call. There were neighborhoods she really liked, houses less cramped, streets with more privacy, properties that had less of a city and more of a suburban feel. She began to think maybe it was time for them to make that move—to the suburbs. Bigger, better. She didn’t go intentionally looking. She just started to observe.

This wasn’t the first house that caught her eye. It was more like the fourth or fifth.

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