you don't think you'll find anybody in there
at 8:30 a.m.
and there I was rolling my basket along and
she blocked me off with her cart between the
cotto salami, the home made pickles and the
clerk who was stamping packages of newly-
arrived balogna. I put it in reverse and
ran through the produce section, found a
good buy on navel oranges, 10 cents a pound,
picked up some cabbage and green onions,
rolled out and to the east, she was standing
between the Bran Flakes and the Wheaties,
skirt about 3 inches above the knees and
tight-fitting. she had on a see-through blouse
with a very slight brassiere. she had fair
ankles, brown flat shoes and eyes like
Anne Hathaway used to wear when I was a kid.
she smelled like cherry blossoms and olive
pits and she swayed. 36 years old and unhappy
in marraige, her basket was still empty. I
pushed past. her eyes had been a pale mad blue,
staring. all the meats...