Dani pushed the grocery cart through the store trying to find everything on her list. This was one thing she hated about moving, having to figure out where everything she bought was on the store shelves. In a month or two, she’d have it figured out, and shopping would take her about half the time. Until then, she was left searching.
“Dani Wendt, is that you?” a voice said from behind her. Dani turned to find a woman about her age standing a few feet away. It took Dani a few seconds to recognize her.
“It is, you’re Marci Lyons, right?”
“I am.” She nodded, then looked Dani up and down. For the first time in years Dani was acutely aware she no longer had the thin lithe teenage body she’d once had. For a moment she wanted to walk away, just because she felt that way. She’d long ago left beh
