“Okay, I’ll be right down,” I hear Katie on the phone in the other room where she’s been napping.
I instantly sit up in the bedroom where I’ve been napping and mentally prepare to do something, though I’m not sure what.
“They’re downstairs right now with the delivery,” she says, coming into the bedroom and grabbing clothes.
“Please don’t laugh at that,” she says, because I am as I hunt frantically for my shoes.
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