| James Callahan February 6 | An apple, carefully chosen, two single bananas picked from others' bunches, one ripe and ready to eat, maybe half of it will be cut-up over bran cereal in the morning, the other is green - at least two days from ripeness; no bread because the loaves are too big, too wasteful, but one Kaiser roll will do, and then to the meat counter for two chicken breasts, individually wrapped, a lot of time in the freezer section for just a small bag of green peas good for two meals at least, a pint of skim milk, and a single vanilla yogurt that will be dessert, all in a cart pushed by a woman who is alone; her fingers have rings on them, gifts from someone, her nails are done, she wears make-up and her hair has been set because she still cares, out of pride or it was how she was raised, or it was the way he liked it, and now she's in front of me in line and it's sad because she seems so, or at least her groceries do. | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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