After sipping again, he nodded. “It is beginning to taste better.”
“Well, there you go.” We drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, and then I glanced up at the clock. Nearly nine, and we still needed to eat some kind of breakfast, get showered, and get moving. I could only imagine that the stores would grow progressively more crowded and chaotic as the day wore on. I sighed, just a little, and said, “Let me rustle up some food. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
“We do?” he asked, looking surprised. I got the feeling he’d expected us to lie low and hang out at the cottage all day.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “I’m going to introduce you to a human institution known as shopping.”
As I’d feared, the parking lot at the Cottonwood Mall was packed by the time we pulled into it around eleven
