“Flour,” she said, placing a bag in the cart. Then sugar.
Finally, we reached the refrigerated case.
Linda carefully lifted two cartons of eggs.
“Two dozen,” she said. “Just in case.”
I pushed the cart beside her, though the front wheel wobbled badly and squeaked every few feet. That made Linda chuckle.
The store was busier than usual that morning. Only three checkout registers were open, and lines had formed.
Because the cart leaned sideways, Linda held the egg cartons in her arms.
We joined the line in lane three.
I noticed the cashier right away.
Martha.
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