Eudora wished she could go into Rutberg, to a real grocery store, but if she asked for a ride to town, Foster would suspect she’d gotten money somewhere. Instead, she waited for him to leave, and took off on foot to the mini-mart at the gas station in the village. She had a list prepared of the items she needed for the house. Nothing very extravagant. Dish soap. Laundry detergent. Toilet paper. Some food items. She had carefully calculated the price of every item to make sure she wouldn’t overspend. She brought the items to the cashier and handed him the sturdy, reusable bags. She needed strong bags with handles, since she would be walking back home.
The nosy cashier snuck curious glances at Eudora as he cashed her out and packed up the groceries. He was a pimply-faced college student wit
