The market was jam packed. Families of all sizes pushed around shopping carts with mountains of food and presents for the next day. Ethan wandered towards the back and waited in line at the pharmacy counter. After twenty minutes, he was called forward.
“Here for a pickup. Teller, please.” He handed the pharmacist the prescription slip.
The pharmacist typed it in and quickly read through the information. “Okay…Looks like it’s not quite ready yet. Can you wait a little while?”
“How long?”
“Shouldn’t be more than half an hour. There’s a seat there if you’d like to take it.” Put off, but not complaining, Ethan stepped aside and leaned against the wall. Perhaps he should do some shopping while he was there. He hadn’t cooked anything since Thanksgiving.
“How could you three eat all of mom’s
