Page 12 of Where Monsters Hide
"It's cool. As long as you're brave enough to trust the kitchen creation of a woman who hasn't cooked in six months and you're willing to guzzle Mexican beer." I warn him.
"I love Mexican beers and untested recipes!" He says. “Let me get that for you." He takes the grocery bags out of my hands, and I rummage in my bag for my key to the building.
"I'm sorry. I'm always losing it in here. This bag looks small, but there are so many small pockets, nooks and crannies. Ah hah!" I say, holding it proudly aloft.
"Any news on the job front?" He asks as I fiddle with the temperamental lock.
"I start at the Big Oaks Elementary on Monday." I say proudly.
"Great." He replies as the door finally gives and we can go in.
"Sorry, I still haven't gotten the hang of this door." I shrug my shoulders.
"Me too. I'm still figuring out which key fits which lock at my new house. You know what's helping me?" He asks.
"What?"
"This great invention, it's called a keychain." He smiles.
"Very funny. So, you're out here trying to break into writing for sitcoms, I take it. I would have thought Sopranos was more your speed." I raise my eyebrows and he laughs, then follows me into the building.
