The inside of the house was discombobulated, with boxes in piles and furniture obviously not in its final location. Tabitha motioned to the couch that was diagonally across the living room and said, "Have a seat." As Jon did so, she continued, "Hmm, I guess I should offer you something to drink, but -- hmm."
She went off, presumably into the kitchen, and came back about 30 seconds later holding a silver tray, on which rested a crystal pitcher and two glasses. "How about some lemonade?" She put the tray down on top of a box, poured a glass without really waiting for a response, and handed it to Jon.
He gulped down a mouthful as Tabitha poured herself a glass. The lemonade was delicious, and the perfect cool temperature. He let the blend of sweet and tart sensations linger in his mouth for a few seconds before he swallowed.
"Okay," he finally said, "Excuse me, I know we just met, but I just have to ask -- isn't going topless all the time considered 'indecent exposure' or something like that?"
Tabitha had her glass to her lips, but put it down. "Uh, it's complicated," she said.
There was a knock at the door. Tabitha said, "Saved by the bell!" as she stood up. "Excuse me a second."
"Sure," said Jon. He took a few more drinks of the refreshing lemonade as Tabitha talked to one of the movers at the front door. He only started getting interested when the man asked, "Well, is yours a Whirlpool or an Amana? We've got two fridges on the truck."
"I don't even remember," Tabitha replied. "Wouldn't mine have a tag on it?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we were kind of rushed at the last minute. Would you mind coming out and taking a look?"
"Fine, fine," said Tabitha, then raised her voice for Jon's benefit. "Be back in a minute. Make yourself at home, uh, as best you can!"
"Okay!" yelled Jon in her general direction. He took another sip of lemonade. Nice and cool, even though it didn't have any ice cubes in it.
He looked at the glass. Yeah, no ice cubes. And if her refrigerator was still on the truck --
Curious, he stood up and went in the direction Tabitha had gone to fetch the lemonade. The kitchen was behind a swinging door. When Jon pushed through, he saw several piles of boxes labeled "KITCHEN" sitting on the floor, but besides the built-in appliances -- stove, oven, and dishwasher -- there weren't any kitchen items visible. Most of the cabinets were open, revealing themselves to be empty, and there was a vacant space where the refrigerator was supposed to go.
The tops of the boxes all seemed to be taped shut. Jon couldn't figure out where she would have gotten the tray, pitcher, and glasses from, not to mention the lemonade ingredients.
The swinging door opened with a thud, and two men plowed into the kitchen with a refrigerator strapped to a dolly. Jon had to move out of the way. As he did so, Tabitha came through the door holding her glass of lemonade. Jon nodded his head toward the men unstrapping the fridge. Tabitha's expression looked a bit sheepish. Jon now had some follow-up questions for her once the movers left, and once he could successfully tear his eyes away from her breasts.
