Chapter 7
Violet wheeled her grocery cart around the end of an aisle, coming to an abrupt stop when she bumped into someone. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest when she glanced up and saw she’d just collided with Ginger Nash, an acquaintance on the way to being a friend.
Ginger turned and rested her elbow on the handle of her grocery cart. She was grinning, which at least told Violet she hadn’t bumped her too hard.
“Are you okay?” Violet asked with an apologetic smile.
Ginger nodded, her shiny dark hair swinging around her shoulders as she did. “Oh yeah. I’ve got plenty of padding on these hips,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
Ginger was by no means overweight, but she also wasn’t stick thin, which Violet appreciated, seeing as she was on the curvy side
