In the supermarket, he pushes the cart, leaning heavily on the handle, while she darts back and forth, adding eggs, milk, bread, cereal, hurrying to keep up with his slow, steady pace.
He wedges the dog food bag in the bottom rack, brings down things from the high shelves;
wordless, grimly bored, they travel around the store. At the checkout line she unloads the cart, he swipes his bank card across the ATM processor; outside, they hesitate and then he points, and they cross…
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