The focaccia and sandwiches were a hit. In fact, we were cleaned out before the second train was in sight, so we called it a day and headed to Sarah's house, me making a quick stop home to let Frank out. I might be hungry, but I was well aware of Frank's priorities. Eat. Sleep. Poop. Rinse and repeat.'I thought Christy was going to brain you over taking that toothbrush away and telling her to go home,' Sarah said, coming back into the living room after calling in our order.'I know.' I was in my favorite reclining corner of her sectional couch, feet up. 'You were answering the phone at the time, I think, but the only way I got Christy to leave was to tell her she could come back tomorrow, cleaning implements awaiting.''What else did the girl need to do with that toothbrush anyway?' Sarah settled into the opposite corner, also a recliner, and up went her feet, too. 'After her meticulous attention to the casters on our condiment cart, I mean.''Clean the grout in the bathroom. I tried to explain the tile had just been re-grouted, but she ignored me.''What a headcase,' Sarah said.
