Chapter 11
Walking into the new supermarket, Harper was sorry the old Figgins Market had closed in the wake of the new store. He’d worked for Mr. Figgins as a bag boy and cashier for two years in high school until his presence became too disruptive. The old store was smaller and definitely not as nice, but the Figgins family bought their goods directly from the local community before turning to their distributors and while the store didn’t have everything imaginable, it had all the things most people needed on a weekly basis. This new store could have been in Ohio or Colorado or California, for that matter, it was so generic.
Grabbing a grocery cart, Harper moved through the store collecting the items on his list. He caught himself wondering if Lucas would like stir-fry for dinner one ni
