Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Meredith brought a platter of sandwiches into the lounge. Schultz led the way, carrying the biggest lantern they had, lighting the path back from the kitchen.
"Did you get through?" she asked Imogen, placing the large plate down. Hands reached in and began grabbing.
"Yep, they're fine," Imogen said, shoving half a triangle of ham and cheese into her mouth and chewing. "Said the power is out."
"Imogen, don't speak with your mouth full, it's not very ladylike," Meredith cautioned.
"Sorry," she said with her mouth full and a grin.
Robbie picked at the crust of a triangle. “The snowstorm is pretty awesome for the plan, though, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” Janka added, nodding and chewing. She glanced at Meredith and quickly stopped talking to finish her bite.
“Almost perfect.” Meredith chuckled. “It’s a good job that Schultz and I filled the fridge.”
“Do you think it will still be snowing in the morning?” Robbie asked. “Not sure we will get much skiing in.”
“No…maybe we can go sledding, though.” Imogen’s eyes widened at the idea. “That would be cool.”
"I think we will see what Carl suggests," Schultz said from the armchair. "He's the expert."
Imogen shrugged. "I guess." She smiled at them. "I'll take no skiing if it means they spend more time getting to know each other properly again."
Robbie sat back in her seat, the last piece of sandwich eaten. "Of course, it could go the other way."
"What do you mean?" Imogen frowned at her.
"I'm just saying." Robbie leant forward and took another sandwich. "What if…"
"They could be arguing," Janka filled in.
"Nah, they wouldn't." Imogen paused for a moment. "Would they?"
Robbie shrugged.
Meredith patted Imogen's knee. "If they do, it will be because they had things they needed to say to one another, and that's essential for them to do if they were to ever get back together."
"Yeah, but…" Imogen chewed the inside of her mouth. "They love each other."
Meredith laughed. "And those are the worst arguments. Because they really mean something."
"Do you and Schultz argue?" Imogen asked.
It was Schultz who answered, "All the time, she's very bossy is your grandma." His eyes searched for Meredith, a smile on both faces.
“Well, either way then… Hopefully, they fix something,” Imogen said.
“We can only hope.” Meredith winked at her.