“So?”
“Uhhgg!” Christine grunted in frustration. “Ani, I don’t believe you. Jamie is so cute, and he’s got the hots for you and all you can say is So? ““Chris, I’m just not interested, OK?”
“How can you not be interested? I’d saw my own leg off to be with him,” Chris said, pulling into the small grocer on Range Road Six.
* * * *
Jared had given Cam his last beer so Cam offered to run out to the corner grocer and get more. He drove to the grocer, feeling a little too lazy to walk the two kilometres, especially lugging a case of beer with him.
Placing the case down on the counter, he rammed his hand down in his jeans pocket and pulled out some money.
“Got some ID?” the clerk asked.
Cam yanked his wallet out and handed his fake over the counter. The clerk scanned it and passed it back
