buy that either.”
She stared at me. “Why not? You know that’s what I eat.”
“I’ve decided we should separate our groceries. You and David have different preferences, so it makes more sense for you to buy what you want. I cleared two refrigerator shelves for you, and the left side of the pantry is available.”
Her eyes moved to the locked cabinet.
“Did you lock up the coffee?”
“I did.”
“Seriously?”
“Those beans are expensive, and they disappear quickly.”
Her cheeks reddened.
“You’re being incredibly petty, Georgia. I’m pregnant.”
