Twenty minutes later she was meandering down the cookies and chips aisle of her local supermarket and willing herself not to fill her cart with junk.
Grand circle of irony, she mused. Shouldn’t come to the grocery store when you’re hungry, but you can’t eat beforehand when there’s nothing at home to eat.
She sighed and picked up her pace, determined to outrun the high carb and sugar temptations all around her, and heaved another sigh once she’d successfully run that gauntlet.
Vegetables, Trix. Make a stir-fry, even though you’d kill for a potato chip right now.
Resolutely, she worked her way toward the produce section, and was stopped dead in her tracks.
At seven-twenty-two on a Tuesday night, high traffic in the aisles wasn’t the problem.
Nope. Not by a long shot.
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