Chapter Twenty
Tommy felt used and disgusted and when she muttered out loud, a woman turned, went red, and hurried off, pushing her buggy ahead. Tommy was so angry, that when she saw the hand-printed sign, it didn't register, not right away. “Seckel” it read. But she stormed past, her thoughts of self-loathing crowding out the apparent. She was halfway out of the store when she pulled up, staring out the large plate glass windows; pulling the nagging image forward in her mind again, replaying the scene. “Seckel? Dwayne Seckel?” Astounded, Tommy left her cart and walked back to the produce section; thinking she must have been mistaken. But damn... there it was. Seckel Pears. In a big wide bin. $2.99 a dozen. And right beside them were the fuckin' Bartletts!
It was like Tommy had just swal
