Terri looked at me and said, “You, my dear, had a day from hell. Do you want a drink?”
“I wouldn’t mind a little white wine.” I replied.
“Pinot or Chardonnay?”
“Pinot, please.”
She got up and quickly returned with a nice bottle of wine, two glasses and some humus and chips. She jumped up on the couch and pulled her legs under her.
“Kevin told me everything you did for him. You were really kind. Thanks so much.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, really, not everyone would have been so nice. I’m glad we’ve got you for the summer.”
“Thanks, it wasn’t really all bad though. Did Kevin tell you about his face painting?”
“What? No. Tell me!” she laughed.