“Okay, the kitchen is through the door on your right,” Cory said through the phone. “Should be some carrier bags in the bottom drawer to the right of the sink.”
The kitchen was small but neat. The only slight deviation from this was a cereal bowl and coffee mug upturned on the draining board. The bottom drawer contained, as promised, several plastic grocery bags that were neatly folded, one on top of another. “How many do you want?”
“Take a couple, can always come back for more.”
“Okay.” I took out two bags and closed the drawer. “Anything you need from in here?”
Cory indicated some protein powders and asked me to empty the fridge of anything that might go off in the next couple of days. I knew that wouldn’t include the six-pack of Tesco branded cans of lager.
“Yeah, I know, cheap and nasty, but they were on offer,” Cory said, sounding embarrassed.