Donny
watched in an amazed déjà vu moment. Wendy reminded him of Margarita as she
whirled around the kitchen, popping this into the oven, that into the microwave
and stirring something else on the stove top, all the while chatting up a storm
with him and Cindy. She was nothing short of a dynamo…and a very pleasing one
to look at.
“Have
any homework, Cindy?” Wendy asked.
“Yeah,
math. I was hoping Steve would help me with it before dinner’s ready, but he’s
still in the shower,” Cindy said, tugging a math book out of her backpack.
“What
is taking him so long?” Wendy said.
