“Coffee, I think.”
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of.”
“What kind of pillows does Richard prefer?”
“Mom. I have absolutely no idea what kind of pillow my father-in-law likes.”
That didn’t stop
her.
She drove into the city and bought brand-new sheets for the guest room.
Four-hundred-thread-count.
Pale blue.
New towels.
Fluffy white ones.
She even put together a little basket in the bathroom with miniature soaps, lotions, and a candle.
Like a hotel.
