Page 18 of Remembering You
Marty smiled and dropped some romaine lettuce into the cage.
“So…” Yvonne said, drawing the word out. “Steve told me you have a date tonight.” She whispered the latter part of the sentence as though someone might hear her there in the middle of Marty’s empty house.
Marty lifted a brow. “That son of mine was never good at keeping his mouth shut. He barely made it past lunch without blabbing.”
Yvonne shrugged. “Does telling his fiancé really count as blabbing?”
“No,” Marty grumbled. “It doesn’t.”
“When I was going out with Steve on our first date since high school, Kyra and I spent over an hour going through my closet. I’m such a tomboy, I desperately needed the help. Also… it made getting ready a lot more fun.”
Marty narrowed her eyes at Yvonne, unable to help the smile that crept across her face. “Oh, really?”
“Mmhmmm. So… you know, I’m a good sounding board if you want to look through your closet.”
Marty laughed and headed toward the stairs. “You know, you and Steve really are a good match.”
Yvonne followed, skipping behind her. “Yeah?”
“Yep. Neither of you is nearly as smooth as you like to think you are.”
