Chapter 11
“Want a hammer to go with that?” I asked as two pots clanked down on the floor. “Jesus, what are you doing?”
“I was gonna make some beans.”
“And you need to refurbish the kitchen to achieve that? Take it easy, for the love of Christ.”
“You want any?”
“Nah, I had dinner earlier.”
Claire fumbled around in the press until she pulled out the weighing scales. Weighing scales? For beans—“So. That was Connie, huh?”
I tapped my fingers against the table. “Yeah.”
“She seems like a nice girl.” She set the scales down on the counter and turned around. “Very polite.”
“And?”
“It’s just an observation.”
I frowned at her. “You’re thinking something else. You’re making a face.”
She shook her head. “No, no—I’m just…concerned, is all.”