DROP FORTY-NINE
“Whoa, that’s a lot of pickles,” Hector said, coming in.
Patty hugged a jar tight, and said, “Mine.” A bit too over-the-top acting.
Hector laughed. “As if I would ever steal them.”
They had cleared out the 1st-floor study room and brought in a bed.
“Sorry for the second-hand furniture, but that’s it for now. We’ll see about getting something nicer in the future. My main concern is to sleep on my bed and for my back to stop killing me.” He held his arms high on the door frame and stretched his back.
Patty bounced on the bed, smiling. “It’s perfect,” she breathed in.
“Glad to hear. Make a list of other things you might need and I’ll go through it, see what we can do.”
“I could do with some curtains?” she said, scrunching her upper lip.
“Curtains?” Hector looked aroun
