Her imperious tone made him smile. Murmuring. "Yes, Ma'am." with mock meekness, he picked up the basket and followed her out of the grocery store. The basket got a little heavier with each stop she made. From the grocery store she went to the bakery for a loaf of freshly baked bread, then to Brazil's Butcher Shop, where she ordered rashers of bacon and minced beef, which looked remarkably like hamburger. Outside the greengrocer she chose a tied bundle of fresh flowers from a tin bucket. "I'll carry these." "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Turning me into your glorified box boy is your subtle way of getting a little of your own back." She buried her nose briefly in the fragrant blos soms and then lowered the flowers. "Yes, I am enjoy ing this. Aren't you?"
Strangely enough he was, he rea
