“Of course she would,” she replied, accepting the narcotics and a glass of water from me. She swallowed them down and returned the glass before resting against the new pillows Nori insisted I buy.
The doorbell rang.
“I swear to God, if another package arrives at this house, I’m wringing her neck.”
Since Daisy was discharged, Nori had been online shopping like it was going out of style. She tended to go on little shopping sprees as a coping mechanism, but some of the expenses were a little ridiculous. A few days ago, she purchased them new ski suits and skis for when they were ready to hit the slopes again, and a new set of top-of-the-line golf clubs to take to the country club.
“Be nice. She nearly watched her life partner die in front of her eyes. She’s coping the best she can. Maybe you should talk to her about therapy instead of wringing her neck.”
“I’ll talk to her about it because, knowing Nori, she’ll do something stupid like buy another boat, and then I’ll have to separate our finances. Imagine your money not being safe with a financial genius.”
“Kiyah! The door!” Nori shouted from somewhere in the house. I promptly left Daisy to answer the door to save myprecious ears from Nori’s hollering. My breath caught when I glanced through the peephole.
Why is he here?
I opened the door and smiled when he produced a bouquet of pink roses from behind his back. I leaned against the doorjamb and crossed my arms over my chest.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Can’t a husband surprise his wife with her favorite flowers and spend the day with her?”
“He can, but I thought he planned on going to work today.”
“He changed his mind. Go put some clothes on, and let’s go. Apparently, we have to buy a housewarming gift for a bitch moving into an already established home. I don’t know why we’re entertaining this nonsense, but I don’t have any say in the matter.”
I shook my head and accepted the bouquet.
“Stop being cheap and buy your little brother a gift,” I teased.
“Cheap?” he squawked, following me into the house.
Getting Grant riled up always put a smile on my face, but his love and affection always warmed my heart.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Grant
I sucked my teeth as I scanned Kieran’s ridiculous housewarming gift registry.
“He’s fucking insane.”
“He’s not insane,” Kiyah replied dully.
“Then what would you call this?” I asked, shoving my phone toward her. She grimaced as she reviewed the many extravagant items.
“Bougie,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“Bougie my ass. Ki, there’s a fucking bread knife on here for $325. Three hundred and twenty-five fucking dollars.”
“Can you stop being so loud and ghetto in this store? You’re embarrassing me,” she chastised. “And it’s not a fucking bread knife, it’s an Amici 9-inch Precision Double-Serrated Bread Knife,” she said, spelling it out for me in a snobbish tone.
“You and your brother can go to Hell.”
She snickered and followed me out of the luxury home goods store.
“Slow down, Granny. You’re walking too fast.”
I ignored the ribbing meant to get under my skin and ventured to the next store on the list. It wasn’t until I entered Le Creuset that I realized I hadn’t heard my wife’s teasing in a hot minute. I turned, and she wasn’t there.