Harmony sat on the iron chair and chatted with Mrs. Cooper for almost thirty minutes. People came in and out of the grocery store, often stopping to say hi, to pass messages on to her family, or to praise Mrs. Cooper on the spiced peach ice cream that she’d made her weekly special. “I hate to leave, but I need to get these groceries home,” she said, tossing her empty cardboard bowl into the garbage can next to the curb. “I’ll see you one day next week.”
“Always a pleasure, my dear.” She looked at her watch. “Afternoon rush should be starting soon, anyhow. I need to get some fresh coffee brewing, and some soft serve going.”
Harmony slid into the driver’s seat of the Jeep and backed out of the parking space. Her mind wandered while she drove, wondering how long she intended to hide up here
