Shlub, huh?" Kate laughed. "Don't sell yourself short. Remember this is my business, and I have to think about ways to help people transition from all their stuff, to less of their stuff. And speaking of business." She grabbed her purse from where it hung on the back of her chair. "I need to find a credit card so you can charge these books, Saree."
" Pshaw ." Saree waved a hand. "It is my treat for all the good business you brought me from your organize workshop last month. We can have another one soon? Yes?"
Meg put a hand on Kate 's arm. "You really need to work up that newsletter idea. You could put a bunch of hard copies in here and build an online mailing list."
" Please, both of you." Kate held up her hands in surrender. "I appreciate the books, Saree, and I'm glad the workshop was a success. And, yes, I will finish up the newsletter I've been working on. But I'm swamped right now with this Collier move. I may be good at organization, but I'm not a time wizard." She smiled to take any sting out of her words.
The counter girl got Saree 's attention and pointed to a customer at the book register. The three women said their goodbyes. Meg looked at her watch and added, "We need to finish and get moving if we're going to grab our kids on time."
Minutes later they were in the van, and Kate was about to start the engine when the driver side door flew open.
"I thought that was you!" It was Erin Parker, now standing inside the space between Kate and her open door. "I need you to run some interference for me. To get me access to the house. I promise I'll only be there when you're around. You can tell Blaine that."
" Ms. Parker—"
" Erin."
" Erin," Kate corrected, gripping the steering wheel. Hard. Anxiety coursed through her veins like adrenalin. She stared at the thick green rubber band on her left wrist, and as she willed herself to imagine she'd already snapped it, she was already getting calmer. She spoke slowly to keep the panic out of her tone, "We have our own contract to fulfill. I can't take on more—"
" So you're on his side." Erin hit the glass in the door with her open palm. "I might have known. Well, you just wait, missy. I'll get my way, and you'll regret you ever crossed me."
" She isn't crossing you—" Meg started.
" Well, she certainly isn't helping me!"
Kate took a deep breath and squeezed the wheel for another second before turning a smile toward the scary woman standing beside her. "Erin, you are such a pro at what you do. I know you'll figure a way to handle this through real estate channels. We're all on such a close time frame here, but if you and Lee Ann put your heads together, I'm sure you'll figure out a solution to this problem."
" Lee Ann, right." Erin actually snorted. "The woman is incompetent. If I had to count on her I would never have reached my current position in sales. Everything is up to me."
When she stepped back and slammed the door, Kate sighed in relief. But Erin didn't leave yet. Through the glass, she shook a blinged-out index finger and added, "Too many people want to rock my boat. But it's time I start rocking back. So don't get in my way, Kate McKenzie. Or you either Meg Berman."
She turned away, and Kate and Meg simultaneously hit the power lock on both their doors.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the Newsletter:
As a former pro-hockey wife, I learned how to pack and move the fastest and least expensive way possible. Here are some tips I figured out by trial and error:
Pack glasses and cups in dishtowels, and all the kitchen items stay together and do double duty.
Pack bathroom items, from shampoo to perfumes in bath towels for the same reason.
Pack bedroom knick-knacks in the normally foldable clothes. For instance, use tee-shirts to protect picture frames, and put trophies in the legs of pajama bottoms. Then wrap the cloth around before packing.
Packing in this way not only saves the cost of packing material, but reduces the garbage you create in the move. Plus, some of