Chapter Thirteen
The problem with going shopping in a town where there were only two main grocery stores — tempting as Whole Foods might be, I knew that loading up on expensive organic cheese and vegan brownies wasn’t very practical — was that you always ran the risk of running into someone you know. In this case, that someone at Safeway just happened to be my sister.
We did almost literally run into one another, since she was coming up the baby products aisle just as Martin and I turned the corner from the produce section to the meat department. The front of her shopping cart collided with mine, and she began to say an automatic, “Oh, I’m sorry — ”
Then she looked up and actually focused on who she was talking to. Recognition flashed over her face, and she started to smile at me…until
