Quitting
He placed the last few glasses inside the cupboard and pushed it shut as the back door opened. Lynn shuffled across the threshold and headed towards him into the kitchen.
“Afternoon, sweetheart,” Tim chirped with a soft smile. She set her purse on the counter.
“I did it,” she declared.
“You did what?” Tim asked as he reached down to close the dishwasher.
“I put in my two weeks’ notice.”
