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Moments later, she shows me her screen and scrolls through dozens of images. “Okay, this one here. This is how I’m hoping it’ll turn out.”
I grab the phone and study it. It doesn’t look that hard. Most of the aesthetic she’s after is in the wire baskets and white brushed jugs.
“It looks really nice, Katie,” I tell her honestly, then wonder if I could actually do this for her. I could easily get it done while she’s at work, and I doubt she’d notice.
Plus, she wouldn’t have to hire someone, so it’d save her some money.
“So besides the pantry, what else are you thinkin’ for the kitchen?”
“I want to restore the cabinets. It’s far too expensive to get new ones built, so I’m gonna sand and paint them. I just need time to do it.”
“My offer to help is still on the table. You can boss me around all you want…”
Katie nearly chokes on a piece of chicken and scolds me with her eyes.
After we’re done eating, I help clean up. “So Owen, what do you think about the house? Are you excited to move into a new place?”
“Yeah, but it’s taking literally forever!” He groans, and Katie laughs at his dramatics.
“I’m hoping to have it done before he graduates high school,” she teases, though I remember her mentioning the end of the year as a dream goal.
“I doubt it’ll take that long, especially if you let me take over some of the big items on your task list.”
“I appreciate that, really I do, but I want to try to do as much as I can myself.”
“Great, I’ll be married before it’s done.” Owen sighs, and I burst out laughing.
“It’s safe to say he got your personality.”
“And attitude,” she adds.
“So what did you bring for dessert?” I ask, remembering Owen mentioning it.
“I picked up a pie from Belinda’s. She texted me and said she made your favorite.”
“Sweet potato?” I ask excitedly.
Katie laughs. “Yep. Brought whipped cream too.”
I press a palm over my chest. “You two spoil me.”
“I saw your truck in the back parking lot,” she says softly. “I’m so sorry about what they did to it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean it off, and Violet will look as good as new.” I smirk. “Hopefully, anyway.”
“Who’s Violet?” Owen interrupts.
“My truck,” I confirm.
He giggles. “You named your truck?”
“Of course.”
“How’d you think of that name?” he asks. “I thought your truck was blue.”
“It is, but Violet is a character fromWilly Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. You ever seen that movie?”
Owen’s eyes light up as a soft gasp escapes Katie’s mouth.
