She laughed and changed the subject. “Are you two going to help me winterize some of my flowers? The autumn air is going to bring the first frost soon.”
“Whatever you need, Lorraine.” I made my way up the stairs, ushering Mikka to follow me.
She started wringing her hands in the hallway, not able to control the apprehension seeping from her. “I’m sorry. That was weird. You don’t need weird right now.”
I waved her into my room and shut the door behind her. “Lorraine’s just giving us shit. Don’t mind her or the whole town for that matter. They’re going to throw a lot more shit our way.”
She tilted her head. “So, are you going to be helping Lorraine for the next few hours?”
“We”—I emphasized the word and motioned between us—“will be helping Lorraine.”
She backed away toward the door. “Oh, no. I don’t have… I can’t. I don’t like plants. I don’t have a green thumb and digging in dirt is not something I enjoy.”
I chuckled as I pulled my work out shirt over my forehead and grabbed an old t-shirt I’d packed. “You’re getting dirty with me, Meek. I’ll teach you. I’m good at getting dirty.”