“We should go,” Ruth said. “You don’t have to,” Meg said quickly. Merri Lee picked up one of the baskets. “Yes, we do. You’re not always going to agree or get along, but you’re going to be unhappy until you talk it out.” “I could just conk him on the head with a big zucchini.” Laughing, Ruth picked up the other basket. “Something every woman has imagined doing to a man at one time or another.”
