She delighted in finding new recipes to cook for her friends. Sometimes they were great and sometimes not quite edible, but she happily embraced the opportunity to experiment. “Look Sarah, I don’t know if I’m ready to get married and have kids. It’s not fair the way Bob’s putting the screws to me.” She reached across the table to spear a piece of tomato and a slice of cucumber from Sarah’s salad. “C, if you want salad, there’s a whole bowl on the kitchen counter, stay out of mine. And this marriage and baby stuff is between you and Bob. There is no way I would even think of sticking my nose in here. It’s just too personal.” “Some therapist you are.” Colleen rose from the dining room table, picked up her plate then walked to the kitchen. “Want some more wine?” “Sure. Sounds good. No work tomorrow. Yeah!” “By the way, about work, Carlos came into my office yesterday on time for our meeting and wearing a belt, if you can believe it.
