Dom hated using a cart. He preferred to do his shopping by going into the store, grabbing what he needed, and getting out, at most using a basket. But it was impossible to pick up so few groceries when buying for four adults and two children, so he grumpily pushed the cart through Gord’s Grocery, glaring at his list. He hated using lists, too.
Kiko’s neat handwriting stared up at him from the paper, mocking him with every squeak of the wheel. More sugar and flour for cookies. Five pounds of potatoes. Half the garlic in the store. It looked like Kiko had listed every vegetable Gord’s stocked, and half the fruit. Dom groaned. This was going to take forever.
When Kiko’s text came through relief washed over him. He yanked his phone out of his pocket so fast he nearly dropped it.
Don’t forge
