MYRTLE’S CART WAS HALF-full as she frowned in concentration at the cereal selection. Where was the oatmeal? Just plain oatmeal? No wonder all the kids today couldn’t sit still in classrooms. Forget ADHD, it was sugary cereal! Frosted Cocoa Crispy Puffs? Myrtle shook her head and rounded the aisle. She was horrified to see Erma Sherman in the produce section. She had just pulled a single banana off a bunch and was now working on removing a single strand of grapes from a large bunch. Myrtle backed up, looking for an escape route, but Erma had already spotted her. She charged up, pushing her buggy aggressively in front of her.
“Myrtle! Good to see you! Actually, it’s good just to be out, considering I’ve been under the weather a little.” Erma, relentless invader of personal space, maneuvere
