Chapter 72018—late March
As they made their way through the aisles of the grocery store, Eric said, “I should have taken inventory of your pantry before we did this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Carlton said. “At the moment, my pantry is pretty much like old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. Except for coffee, cream, and sugar, you may assume that it’s totally bare. I drink my coffee black, so I wouldn’t even have the cream and sugar, if it wasn’t for the occasional visitor. I also have a bottle of ketchup for when I bring take-out food home.”
“Good. That way, I can start from scratch and do it right.”
When the shopping was done, the cart was filled to the point of overflowing.
“Thanks for doing that,” Carlton said. “You just saved me a lot of trouble, and a good deal of money, as well. All that
