All the way to hell, Katherine wanted to say, but instead she pointed up the stairway on the opposite side of the kitchen. “Your room is up there. You can also get to it from the outside; the stairway is on the other side of the garage.”
“Much obliged, Miss Kate,” Darla said mockingly, making Katherine bristle. She hated being called Kate or Katie, and Darla knew it.
Darla turned and stepped out the door, hollering, “Okay, boys. It’s the stairs by the garage. You be careful with my stuff, ya hear?”
“Okay, boys?” Katherine mouthed, and looked out the kitchen window in time to see Darla sashay on three-inch heels over to two men standing on the back of a U-Haul Truck. “Oh, great, she brought her Johns along.” She watched long enough to see them unload a leopard chaise lounge before turning her back to the window and raising her eyes to heaven. “What did I get myself into?”
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