she looked toward him. A few customers had gathered near the blocked aisle, curious in the distracted way people became curious when inconvenience happened close enough to their shopping. Sabrina’s shoulders tightened. She was at work, and whatever had passed between us did not remove her responsibilities.
“I should let you go,” I said.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moved immediately.
Then she smiled again, smaller this time, and stepped back. “Be careful with the frozen food.”
“I’ve heard things.”
“Unstable peas. Very dangerous.”
I left laughing, though my palms still
