Chapter Twenty-Six
Mindy leaned over, slid the metal trash container out of the checkout stand and gathered the corners of the trash bag. She shook the trash together and pulled the bag out of the can. It stuck. She yanked again. She pulled harder just as a hand slipped around her chubby waist.
"What are you doing, Mindy?" John's voice was so deep.
She jumped. Her head bumped up and met with a bony chin. Hard. "Ouch. Dude."
The bag tore and spilled smelly contents all over the floor. Moldy, runny tomatoes. Black bananas. Cigarette butts. Wet store ads.
"Oh man. Look what you made me do now." She reached up to smack John's cheek, just as he grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Not here."
"You say that no matter where we are. Can we anywhere?"
Mindy laughed and hugged his w
