Hands in the belt loops of her blue jeans, Becky sauntered to the sink in imitation of Gene Autry, the Singing Cowboy. When the water from the faucet was running full and splashing into the sink, she thought the noise was loud enough to cover her voice and she swore vehemently, “Dammit!” A swat on the seat of her blue jeans told her that the water had not been loud enough, and as Olivia glowered at her, Becky wondered how many dishes she might break and make it seem accidental.
