R
obin had Darla inside the shopping cart, distracted by a box of animal crackers. Chuck Junior and Mikey took off running down the aisle in front of her, making a beeline for the selection of boxed cereal. She told all the kids that they could pick out one treat in the market, and all three of them were wound up like it was Christmas morning.
She knew she needed to be careful with money, but her babies had been through so much in the last few days and deserved something special. Besides, she had two hundred and twenty-five dollars in her purse from the collection that Cap had gathered at Chuck’s service. Maybe folks hated Chuck, but they sure were generous in giving a few dollars to her and the kids. Or maybe folks dug deep into their pockets because they did hate Chuck. Whichever way,
