Kaitlyn by Catherine Maven Copyright 2000             “For Christ’s sake, Nancy! Do we really need all this stuff for a weekend at Jane’s?” demanded Richard as he re-entered the kitchen after his fourth trip to the Grand Cherokee in the driveway. He ripped a paper towel from the roll and mopped his face. “I’m going to need another shower in a second.” His more-salt-than-pepper hair was damp around the edges, and his mood-stone eyes were grey with tension, rather than the blue they shone when he was happy and in control. Richard’s eyes hadn’t been blue in quite some time, his wife Nancy realized sadly. Her own brown eyes looked sad whenever she faced them in the mirror these days, too. The grey in her hair had been covered with a reddish shade the hairdresser had called ‘lively’ and which Richard told her made her look like a hooker. She hadn’t been able to lose the extra thirty pounds she’d gained while pregnant, which made her feel sluggish.   She forced herself through he