Saturday, January 17, 2015
After placing the milk in the cart, Noa perused the list for the next item.
She watched Morrow check each of their nine-month-olds’ diapers and confirm neither twin needed to be changed.
On the endcap of a nearby aisle, Noa spotted a display of the cereal written on her list. She pushed the cart toward the boxed, which were blocked by two individuals with their backs toward her.
Before she could request a clearer path, one of the shoppers turned around.
He and Noa stared at each other, stunned.
Neither spoke, both fearing their spouses would recognize their true relationship.
FIN
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