Chapter 20
“Once everything is done, you can go shopping,” John suggested during one of our trysts.
I groaned. “More money.”
“You’ve got to speculate to accumulate.” He pounced on me, rolled me over, and slid into me. After he’d come and I’d cleaned him off, he continued. “Go to a local department store for linens and things and to Rockville for the furniture.”
“Pushy John.”
He laughed, kissed my cheek, and got dressed. “This is so much fun.”
I told Paul about it when I got home.
“We need to make a list!” He loved making lists. He found a pen and paper and muttered under his breath while he scribbled furiously. “Sheets, towels, pillowcases, blankets.” He looked up at me. “You’re the cook. You decide what pots we’ll need.”
“Gee, thanks.” I started my own list. Saucepans—one, two, and three quart. Skillets—four and eight inches.”
“Don’t forget utensils,” Paul reminded me.
“Got it.” That should do it. “Okay, all done.”