The same shelf she had spent the previous week asking Andrew to reach.
She stretched onto her toes.
Missed.
Andrew automatically started standing.
Without turning around, Kayla pointed behind herself.
“Sit.”
He sat.
She pulled one of the kitchen chairs across the floor, climbed onto it, and retrieved the filters herself.
When she stepped down, she caught me smiling.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She looked down at herself.
The ridiculous duck robe.
The chair.
The coffee filters in her hand.
Then she finally smiled too.
“See?”
She pushed the chair back into place.
“Back on my feet.”
And this time, all three of us laughed.
