my bag.
“A complicated purchase.”
“You’ve managed it without an incident.”
“I’m improving.”
She laughed and shifted the strap on her shoulder. Without the stock cart between us, without an employee calling from another aisle, there was suddenly room for a different conversation. I could feel it opening. I could also feel every excuse I might use to avoid stepping into it.
“Long day?” I asked.
“Very. My evening plans involve a shower and falling asleep during something I claim I want to watch.”
“That sounds well organized.”
“What about
