I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
Milk.
I added vegetables and another tin of soup.
Karen watched the list grow.
“These are the good apples.”
“They cost more.”
“Then enjoy every bite.”
I bought coffee without taking the milk out of the order to make room for it.
When the confirmation appeared, I stayed looking at the screen.