Eli sipped his slurpee and pushed the carriage. She guided him around each turn, worried he may knock into a clothing rack or ram another shopper. The blonde haired boy was eye level with the handle, making some other patrons smile while a handful looked worried. Maggie picked up some dog food with a super coupon her mother had sent her. She didn’t have time to play with couponing or advertisements. She wanted to get in and get out. Her mother told her she shopped like a man, and in a way she did. Eli had always been her errand buddy, since his father refused to bring a stranger into their home (I don’t get what this has to do with shopping). Jack didn’t trust people. In a way, neither did Maggie, though she hadn’t always been that way. She lugged the forty pound bag of dog food bag off the shelf and placed it on the bottom of the cart. “Eli.” “Over here mom.” When she looked up again, he had a chewy squirrel toy in his hand.
