Candice stood there, staring down at the open bag, gasping loudly.
Her pupils trembled.
What’s this about ultra-thin, ribbed, strawberry-flavored... What is this stuff?!
Time seemed to rewind, and the image of the frantic woman with a phone in hand, grabbing random items from the shelves, flashed before her eyes.
She had grabbed the items from the shelf, tossed them into the basket, paid, and then walked back to the lake... such a long journey... If only she had looked... looked even a little... sob sob sob~~~~
"This, this, this... I... I... I grabbed the wrong items."
Her voice was weak as she bent down, burying the boxes underneath and quickly tying up the bag.
"You grabbed the wrong items?"
Charlie gave her a suspicious look. "You grabbed the wrong ones several times?"
Candice
