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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 81 of 307 into philosophical quandary, the more interesting it can be. Certainly beats worrying that your adjunct classes in the fall will not fill and you'll be stuck facing an income free September at the end of a long summer. ' I thought about calling him, but realized that he probably appreciated his privacy. And I did not want to appear too eager. I mowed the lawn. Washed a sink full of dishes, dried and neatly stacked them. Washed the clothes. Gave the goldfish a partial water change. I had yellow gloves up to my elbows and was scrubbing the toidy when I heard the cry of "Bonzai!" shoot out like a laser from the living room. This walking unnanounced into other people's home habit is a particularly disturbing Sanpete custom. I turned my head in the direction of the bathroom door. Kayla was standing there with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed, looking like something out of the 1950s horror movie and at least twenty years older than it said she was on her drivers license. And of course I looked like a guy scrubbing a toilet. No one wants to look this way. Especially in front of people we dislike. I pulled the gloves off and put my cleaning supplies and implements away uhder the sink. I hadn't said hello. |