“I’ll make you a sandwich, and you make me some wood slat things. I wrote down the lengths I
want.”
She pulled out a list, handed it to him. He frowned down at it.
“What are they for?”
“For me.” She smiled.
“Fine. You don’t have a width.”
“Oh. Hmm. Like this?” She held her thumb and forefinger together.
“About a quarter inch. What kind of wood?”
“The wood kind—whatever you’ve got around.”
“Finish?”
“Jeez, it’s a lot of decisions. Just that stuff, the clear stuff. I don’t need fancy.”
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Pleased with her first project, she emptied one of the kitchen drawers, scrubbed it, measured and cut the liner she’d asked Sylvia to pick up for her. Using the pattern she’d outlined in her head, she slid in the wood dividers—and deemed them perfect.
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Fiona laid spatulas, slotted spoons, serving forks in their allotted space.
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He pulled open a drawer at random. “Jesus, Fiona, you lined them.”
“I’m so ashamed.”
“Let me point out, neither of us actually cooks, so what’s the point of having lined, divided, organized kitchen drawers?”
“To be able to find things, whether or not you use them. And what’s the point of having all these things in the first place if you don’t cook?”
“I wouldn’t have all this junk if my mother didn’t . . . never mind that either.”
“I can jumble everything up again if it makes you feel better.”
“I’m thinking about it.”
And she grinned at him, quick and fun.
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