Levi hobbled into the living room, rubbing his eyes. He looked at her raw structure. “You want coffee? This is gonna be a long night.”
Mimi tapped the mouse, something inside her begging. Do it. Don’t. It’s not only about Zoberman’s, she told herself, it’s about family. Don’t do it
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Kaylie said sweetly. “These are very pretty. But they’re probably expensive, and besides, I already picked out floor tiles”
The rock in his stomach hardened. “So you’re not going to try and come to an agreement? You’d rather just sit here and complain?”
“Kaylie won’t get it. The subtlety of color, how it affects mood and energy. This is going to turn out wrong, all wrong”
“Zoberman’s is the best eatery in town. Who said we have to make ourselves crazy just because some young big shot decides to copy us?”
