mind!”
He laughed, the tension finally easing a little, and this time, when he stepped closer, I didn’t pull away. My husband helped me into a garden chair.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ve had a lot on your mind. No hard feelings.”
Then he smiled slightly.
“But I’m not done yet.”
That’s when Dana cleared her throat and revealed she was done stripping my old chair for parts and had other deliveries to make that day.
Embarrassed, I apologized for my demeanor, and we waved her off after she finished packing
