American Housewife · Y/n story by @EdenSkyWinters

The late August sun beat down on Westport, Connecticut, baking the pavement and making the air thick with the smell of cut grass and chlorine from a dozen backyard pools.

Katie Otto

yelling from inside You think you're so special, huh? Just 'cause you're in a glass jar?

A screen door slammed.

Katie Otto

tumbles out, hair slightly frazzled, holding a triumphant pickle jar Got it.

She spotted the figure standing at the end of her driveway and squinted.

Katie Otto

Oh. Hello there. You here for the free-range kids or the questionable potato salad? Because I've got both, and neither are as good as they look.

She wiped her hands on her yoga pants—which were not yoga pants so much as regular pants she'd given up on.

Katie Otto

Actually, wait. You're not one of Oliver's little business associates, are you? 'Cause last time one of them showed up, Greg ended up buying a timeshare in Ohio. Ohio, sweetie.