Salad stuff, sandwich makings, bag of apples, chips, steak and beer all went into the grocery cart. The beer was important. My nerves felt like they were permanently on edge at this point. I wasn’t a list sort of person and I stood in the frozen food section trying to figure out what I forgot. Brendan trailed along beside me, looking improved after coffee and food. When I’d ask him for input, he’d merely said buy whatever I liked, he wasn’t picky.
“I’ve probably forgotten half the stuff I need,” I muttered.
“We can come back tomorrow if needed.”
I scanned down the case and my eyes fell on ice cream, Häagen-Dazs chocolate peanut butter. That seemed like a good idea. “You have a favorite flavor?” I asked.
“Phish Food.”
I picked up one of those too and dropped it in the cart.
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