Page 5 of Hurry Up And Wait
Her eyes bugged out as her nostrils flared. “You’re telling me that we’re lugging this hefty hunk of wood around just so your ex can’t have it?”
“Precisely,” I grinned.
“Seriously, Isles? I don’t have the muscular strength for this. Have you seen me? I’m like spaghetti!”
“You’re stronger than you look,” I countered.
“I’m really not. These,” she pointed to her guns…or lack thereof, “are made for one thing. Hefting books. Books, Isles! This is most definitely heavier than a book or two.”
“But think of all the books you could store in it when we get it down the stairs.”
She stopped, her jaw hanging open before snapping it shut. She stared at it, then shook her head. “No, as much as I would love more space for my precious tomes, there is no way in hell I’m dragging this into my house.”
“My house,” I corrected.
“Your—what?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? We’re moving.”
“We’re…” She stumbled over her words, shaking her head in confusion. “And why would we be moving?”
“Because I don’t want to live anywhere near Shawn. So, I’ve decided to up and leave. And you’re coming with me.”
“Really. And when did you decide this?”
“About an hour ago.”
She snorted, shaking her head at me. “Okay. And where are we going?”
“Kansas.”
“Kansas?” she shrieked. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t belong in overalls and straw hats!”
“It’s not like when you move there, you’re required to wear that stuff.”
“But…why? Why would you do this to me?”
“Because I’m your sister and you love me.”
“That’s debatable. Do I love you enough to move to the barren lands of the Midwest? I don’t think so.”
“They’re not barren lands. And I’m not sure you would consider Kansas the Midwest.”
“Do you grow crops there?”
“You can grow crops practically anywhere,” I countered.
“Do they have rolling meadows and wheat fields?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Can we finish this?”
“What about hoe downs?”
“Really, I doubt we’re moving to a town like that.”
“And just what am I supposed to do with cowboy boots?”
“We’re not living on a ranch, Riley!”