But that could have been the other thing.
She could see the pronounced bones in her hands as they clutched the handles of the shopping cart. She didn’t care about the lost weight or the new sallowness in her cheeks. It was hard to care too much about anything anymore.
Donna placed a couple of apples in the cart, a couple of pears. The store was mostly empty in the early evening, the time when most families were sitting down to have dinner together. The buzz from the florescent lights seemed louder. She couldn’t recall if she’d ever noticed the buzzing before. Now it was hard to ignore the sound, as if a single mosquito was hovering just above her earlobe.
Little things.
Little things.
Little things.
Hard as it was to push it to the back of her mind, Donna tried not to think about put
