She leaned over her shopping cart. Folds of skin draped over the handle. Despite her housedress emblazoned with an entire botanical garden, she frowned.

In the aisle, I gave way so that she could get to the eggs too. She observed me as I inspected them for cracks. Had she also been disappointed the last time?

She told me that large cartons would be on sale from tomorrow at another supermarket. We both needed them today.