Southern Manners

After her goodbyes to her family, Dani decided she’d better head to the store to at least get some staples to avoid getting herself into more problems just because she needed to eat.

The HEB parking lot was relatively empty. She’d forgotten what a great time Sunday afternoon was to shop. Sunday after church was spent at home with family and then watching whatever game was on that afternoon, not shopping.

“Great! I can get in and get out,” she thought as Pearl beeped when she hit the black fob.

Once in the store, however, she realized she had no idea what she wanted to buy. Salad stuff, maybe? Lettuce, tomatoes and cheese could live in the fridge and didn’t need actual cooking. Salad fixings went in the cart. Packaged tuna? Oh look, flavors!

As she was digging through the little boxes on the shelves that held the myriad of Charlie the Tuna’s selections, she heard a now familiar, deep voice behind her.

“Well don’t you look pretty enough to break hearts today,” the voice said.

She brief