“Can you give us a minute alone?” Kate asked.
“Of course,” Joe excused himself, knowing what would happen next. He stepped into the main room, sandwiching himself between the dining room table and the balcony doors. He pretended to be watching a baseball game, but it was too far away to actually see whether or not the guy had actually hit the ball. He could still overhear every bit of the conversation, however.
“Are we getting it?” Kate sounded like Pollyanna or something.
Never gonna happen.
“I don’t think so -.”
Shock!
“Why not?”
“The kitchen is way too small.”
And the sink’s too big, Joe thought silently. Bad move, buddy, you don’t cook.
“The kitchen? It’s fine. I’m the one who does the cooking.”
“I could learn.”
“Well, you could take up carpentry too,” Joe realized he hadn’t often heard Kate use sarcasm, but he rather liked it. “Why don’t we put in a tool shed?”
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