Julie made breakfast Saturday morning. The kitchen was finally coming together. George and Julie had installed the new stove the day before and it worked perfectly. Also, they now had a dishwasher, thank God. The sink worked as it should. They’d even done half the countertops. Of course, this was only part of one small room and they had a whole mansion to update. But slow and steady wins the race.
“Where’s Danny?” Julie called over her shoulder from the stove.
“In the shower, I think.” Brittney called back from the dining room table where she read a book. She knew what her brother did in the shower, which is why she had taken the unoccupied bathroom on the other side of the second floor as her own. Boys were so gross.