It was not because the transaction had gone through, but because I would never have to ask anyone for permission to live my life ever again.

PART 17

The winter I returned to the Meijer register, I did not go alone.

Monica had come because she needed groceries, and Hazel was delighted to have two adults taking turns making faces at her.

I recognized the cashier’s voice before I recognized her face.

She had cut her hair short and was wearing a holiday pin shaped like a mitten.

After paying, I asked whether the store supported a local food pantry.