“Because Donnie and I are in the middle of a movie. And I haven’t finished the pizza.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re feeding him pizza again,” Krista said, hoping for the best.
“Only the crust,” Laurel replied.
Krista rolled her eyes, grabbed her luggage from the driver, and followed Laurel and Donnie inside the house. It was good to be home. It would’ve been nicer to come home to a quiet, empty house. She knew the type of movies that Laurel liked to watch. They were always loud horror films, bloody and gory. Not her type at all.
Once she got inside, Krista said, “I guess I’m going to head to bed. Make sure you lock the door on your way out.” Laurel nodded and headed back into the living room with Donnie close at her heels.
Traitor.
Laurel might have won tonight, but tomorrow morning Donnie would be begging for scraps at Krista’s breakfast table. He didn’t have the best manners, but she loved him anyway.
Donnie had been a gift from her parents when she graduated from medical school. He was getting up there in age, so no matter what Donnie did, Krista would forgive him. Actually, she had to forgive him more and more these days. Last time she traveled, he had decided to eat her couch. Now Krista never left for long periods without Laurel around to keep Donnie company.
Krista went upstairs and was too tired to even turn on the television. She took a quick shower and climbed into bed. Tomorrow is another day. She would unpack and catch up on all the local news then. There wasn’t much that could have happened in Montpelier while she was gone. And anything that didn’t make it onto the news or into the newspaper, she was sure she’d hear at the diner. The ladies there were better than the Gazette. Thankfully Krista never gave them anything to talk about, unless it was her involvement in the latest delivery. She hoped she could keep it that way.