“Rooms.”
“Andrew, you can’t do that!”
“You can’t throw me out!”
“I’m not.”
She turned toward me.
“Amanda, are you seriously letting your husband kick me out of your house?”
“Andrew isn’t kicking you out,” I said. “But temporary needs an end date.”
“Because I wore a towel?”
“Temporary needs an end date.”
I moved the toast off the hot pan before it burned.
“I asked you not to do something in my home, and you decided I needed to convince you my reason was good enough.”
She pulled the towel tighter under one arm.
“So this is punishment.”
“I asked you not to do something in my home.”
“No. If I wanted to punish you, I’d have let you keep eating Andrew’s cereal. He buys the terrible kind.”
Andrew pointed at me.
“Unnecessary.”
Kayla didn’t laugh.
“I’m heartbroken, Amanda. I have no money. I don’t even have a job yet.”
“I know.”
“I have no money.”
“And you’re giving me a deadline?”
“I’m giving us a plan.”
“Same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
She looked at Andrew.
“And you. You’ve been acting like I’m some kind of predator all week.”
Andrew picked up his coffee.
“No.”
“I’m giving us a plan.”
“You leave every time I come into the room.”
“The first time, I left because it was awkward,” he admitted. “After Amanda asked you to stop, I left because I wasn’t participating anymore.”
“In what?”
