Debbie had liked to grocery shop. She said it relaxed her. Why this was Jonah could never figure out; he
would have preferred to speed race through the grocery store. But there he would be, idling next to the cart, as
Debbie read a label on a product he knew she would never buy. “And how many hours have I spent in Best
Buy?” Debbie would pointedly ask him, but he thought
this wasn’t a fair comparison. At least
at Best Buy Debbie could walk through the DVD section, scouring it for the classic
musicals she loved.
At the grocery store there was nothing for Jonah to do, other than watch
Deb read labels for products she would never buy.
After
he lost Debbie he did not particularly want to go to the grocery store
again. That only worked for a couple of
weeks, though, so he went on Thursday night, when he saw that T.V. was just
reruns anyway. The grocery store was
fairly deserted: that meant he could just speed his way right through it, how
he’d always wanted.
Except that he didn’t. In the cereal
section he stopped to read the label on Frosted Mini Wheats, just because he
was curious. And in the frozen aisle he
spent a long time marveling at the wide selection of frozen entrees out there
for people like him—people who didn’t have anyone to go home to.
