I rolled my eyes and headed to the kitchen. “I just worked a long stretch and only have one day off before I work another long stretch.”
“Greta,” Gwen scolded. “You told me you talked to Birdie last night about coming with us.”
Greta flitted her hand at her mom. “She said she had the day off, so I figured she would be game to hang out with us.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hang out with the girls, it was just that it would have been nice to know before Gwen knocked on my door.
I popped a pod into the coffee maker and grabbed two cups from the cupboard. “I, of course, want to go to the farmer’s market. I just need a little time to get ready.”
Greta bumped me out of the way with her hip. “Go get ready. I know how to make coffee.”
I stepped back and held up my hands. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” My eyes dropped to her shirt. “Once in a while, something amazing comes along, and here I am.”
Greta beamed proudly. “You like it?”
I wagged my finger at her shirt. “I think you misspelled amazing. It’s w-e-i-r-d.”
“Burn,” Gwen called. “I don’t get to see that too often.”
“Next time, I’m not inviting you,” she grumbled.
Ten minutes later, I was showered, dressed, and head out the door with Greta and Gwen.
“Do you think Grant is doing okay?” Gwen asked once we were on the road.
“Uh, well, yes. With everything he has been through, I think he’s doing surprisingly good.”
“Mom,” Greta moaned. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to talk about Easy.”
I glanced back at Gwen. She rolled her eyes and looked out the side window. “You said you weren’t going to talk about Easy. I did not agree to that.”
“He’s going to be okay, Gwen. I don’t see any reason why he won’t be.”
Gwen smiled softly. “Thank you, Birdie. I knew you would tell me honestly.”
I turned back around and gripped the door.
Greta was crazy, and so was her driving.
“Jesus,” I gasped when she floored it to make it through a yellow light. “You do know that means slow down, right?”
Greta scoffed. “No, Birdie, it means hurry up before you have to stop.”
I shook my head and held my breath as she swerved around an SUV and merged onto the highway.
My life flashed before my eyes twice before we pulled into the parking lot of the farmer’s market.
“Next time, I’m driving,” Gwen muttered. She quickly got out and slammed the door.
“She needs to learn how to live a little,” Greta grumbled. “I wasn’t even going that fast, and it wasn’t my fault that combine was taking up both lanes.”
I didn’t even want to think about that combine. I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy driving hadn’t taken down Greta’s plate number and called the police.
“Maybe just go a little slower next time. I don’t think the guy saw us until you were halfway around him,” I suggested.
We got out and followed Gwen to where the rest of the girls were.
“It’s about time you got here,” Meg called. “The smell of the cinnamon pecans is making me drool.”
