![]() The chill from the refrigerator shimmies down my spine. “Well, if you really think I need it that bad.” Their voices get louder, and I feel them near me with my back turned to the rest of the store. I assumed Penelope and her mother would use the self-checkout or one of the other stalls near the exit closest to where they parked. Once I know their shopping list is complete, I head to the far end aisle and begin checking out the four items in my basket. I peruse the nuts and dried fruit but have no intention of buying any. I toss an orange in my basket and move to the back of the store. “I think all we need are potatoes.” Penelope leads her mom through the produce section. But she hasn’t burdened Penelope with her problems, and for that, I’m grateful I don’t need to interject myself into her life as well. She would have been better off selling Avon items at this point in her life. ![]() ![]() For some reason, her mother decided to pursue med school and obtain student loans. ![]() They weren’t left with much more than a mortgage. She used to be a stay-at-home mom until Penelope’s father died when she was fourteen. I imagine they used to have a grand family meal every year. ![]()
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