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Scott pulled up outside Ridgmont Food Market, a grocery store on Bancroft Street, off Main Street. Sunday mornings were best for shopping for him. He rarely got the opportunity during the week for his own needs. He supposed he could add his aunt’s list to the elderly ladies’ lists, but thought it might get confusing, so instead he took his aunt into town Sunday mornings. He sighed. “Busy as ever by the looks of it.”
Aunt Cora opened her door. “Take your deep breaths. You know how much they help with your crowd phobia.” She heaved herself out, leaned back in and grabbed her purse.
Obeying, Scott closed his eyes and breathed in deeply and exhaled. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Abigail’s pretty face. Only after last night, it was more of her face with an expression of horror. Wh
