“It’s a USB cable. A long one. Since the Wi-Fi in this place is so iffy, we’re going to have to go old school for your tablet. I found it three towns over at this little computer repair shop. The guy who ran it smelled straight up like onions. You owe me for this one.”

It had been hard living without her tablet. As much as she hated to admit it, the device was her window to the world. Andrew had been looking for a way to reconnect her with it for days now. It was a small miracle that the cottage even had a router. They’d both been expecting to be cast back into the Stone Age. At least the spotty Wi-Fi sometimes made it possible to get enough bars to make a phone call, not that they’d needed to call anyone yet.

“Oh yay,” she said, clapping. She’d been feeling a little better today. No microwave feels or bad feels. Or shadows or rumbling houses. “Can you set it up?”

“Nah. I just got it to tease you.”

“Jerk.”

“Cripple.”

She tossed a pillow at him.

“I will after lunch. I also found a place that makes pizza.”

He went to the kitchen, bags rustling.

“I thought you said there weren’t any pizza parlors around,” she said.

“There aren’t. However, there is a deli that has a pizza oven. It actually looks good.”

Andrew handed her a paper plate with a slice of greasy pizza. Her stomach rumbled.

She took a bite and smiled.

“I know it’s not Milano’s,” he said, tucking into his own messy slice.

“It’ll do. What the heck kind of pizza is that?” she said, pointing at his plate.

“They call it a Big Mac pizza. It has all the ingredients of a Big Mac, minus the sesame seed bun. They went a little extreme on the Thousand Island dressing.”

“It looks disgusting.”

“Wanna try?”

“Ew, get that away from me.”

A dollop of hot dressing spilled on Mooshy. Kate gave him the stink eye.

“Looks like I’m doing some laundry today,” Andrew said. “What are you watching?”

She fed Buttons a corner of crust. “It’s an old comedy with Myrna Loy and William Powell.”

“Sometimes I feel like I married an old lady. I’ve never even heard of these people.”

“You did marry an old lady, or at least a young woman with an old lady’s body. Alfalfa from The Little Rascals is in it too.”

“Now him I know.”

“Watch it with me and expand your horizons.”

They watched the movie together, and then Andrew washed the pillowcase and some clothes. Afterward, she slowly and carefully walked with him to the dock, her virgin trip to the back forty, as Andrew called it.