Bag ladies.
Katty grabbed the door handle to hold it open for her.
“Why, thank you dear.” The lady smiled.
Only Katty’s sweaty hand slipped from the door handle and it closed on the woman’s cane, making her falter and fall backwards. She tried to keep her balance—taking a step back—but her heavy shopping bag threw her off.
If it hadn’t been for the tall cowboy following her—catching her—she would have fallen.
“S-sorry, lady.” Katty belched and swallowed. Get inside the store and get the bottle, or find a bathroom—one or the other … fast.
“It’s okay.” The old lady shook the bag she carried. Plastic and glass clattered. “I’m on a mission to save lives.”
“Well … good for you.” Katty didn’t have time for this. She was on a mission too. To save her own life and possibly Bea’s. “S’cuse me
