for him filled her. “Absolutely.”
Sam rushed out of the kitchen to find his homework.
How time flies. Just yesterday, I was changing his diapers. Now I’m helping him with pre-algebra.
“Mom?”
Kat shook herself. “Um, sorry. I was just thinking about how big you’re getting.”
“I’m almost as tall as you.” Sam opened his backpack, took out a workbook and sat back in his seat. “But that’s not saying too much, since you’re so short.”
“I’m not short, I’m vertically challenged,” Kat said and sat.
Chapter Three
Kat took a seat at her kitchen table, and gazed out the window at the stunning array of colors. The beautiful flowers, new shrubs and decorative trees reminded her of a Monet.
Patricia slid into the chair across from her. “Your yard has never looked better.”
“It’s how I always imagined it, but Gary had more minimalistic tastes.”
“Too bad he didn’t have a more minimalistic taste in women.”
The old familiar ache in her chest reared its ugly head. She had known for a long time that Gary didn’t love her, but all the women he had been with hurt her pride.
“Look at how high your shrubs are.” Patty’s voice broke into her thoughts. “You can sunbathe nude in your backyard now.”
Kat flicked the sun prism Sam bought her last summer. The pretty colors the heart created did a dance on the wall. “Yeah, right. With my luck, someone will show up.”
Patricia shrugged. “How did J.J. know what you wanted in the backyard?”
“I told him what I had in mind and he ran with it.” Kat examined the kitchen. The beige walls and tile floor begged for color and warmth. “It’s time to start on the inside.”
“Maybe decorating the house the way you want it will help with healing you on the inside.”
Patty always had a way of reading her, she knew Kat better than anyone else. “Maybe,” she agreed.
By improving her home, she hoped to regain her self-esteem and life. Kat had spent too many years letting Gary have all the control. She hated herself for giving him so much power.
“Have you decided on a paint color for this kitchen?” Patricia asked.
Kat blinked and smiled at her friend. “Yeah, you know that yellow we saw in that paint magazine.”
“Goldie Locks?”
She nodded. “I had to special order it. I’m going to pick it up later this week, along with the paint for all the other rooms.”
“That color was my favorite.” Patricia’s gaze followed the prism flecks on the wall. When do you want Ron and me here to help?”
“I hoped we could do it next weekend. Do you think Ron has any crews available?”
Patricia smiled and grabbed her hand. “For you, he’d pull his people off a job.”
If there was such a thing as an ideal man, it was Ron. He was perfect for Patricia. “I should have grabbed your husband when I had the chance.”
“I ‘m so grateful you didn’t.”
“Watch out, I’m single again.” She tossed Patricia a cheeky grin. “Do you think we could be like those women you hear about, who all are married to the same man?”
Patricia tossed back her honey-brown ponytail. “Yeah, as long as I’m the only one having sex with him.”
Kat pulled her hand back and grinned. “Forget it. I’m not getting married again unless there’s sex. Your husband has been fulfilling all my other husbandly needs for years.”
A smile crossed Patricia’s lovely face. “Husbandly needs?”
“You know, all the stuff a husband is supposed to do, like fix the toilet when Sam went through his flush whatever he could find down the toilet phase.” Kat looked around the kitchen. “And paint my house. That’s stuff a husband should do.
“Ron says that he got a two-for-one deal with us.” Patricia glanced around the room again. “So how come we can’t paint this weekend?”
Her gaze followed Patricia’s. “I have work to catch up on for the mill and I’m getting estimates for new floors this weekend.”
“Okay. Ron and I