Doris knew she should be in a hurry, but she had allowed the mellow, tinny music and crisp air from the open coolers to lull her into serenity. She had already gotten what she came for–eight dozen eggs and seven pounds of bacon–and now she was taking a leisurely pass down the baking aisle, pondering whether or not she wanted to make a cake in if so, whether she was in the mood for chocolate or strawberry.
For the third time since she left the diner, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket. She made no move to answer it because she knew it was Jimmy. And she knew he was calling to tell her to pick up several loaves of bread. It had become their morning routine over the past couple of weeks. She would rush out, leaving behind the new girl from Grapeland to tend the diner full of customers while
