“Just get what’s on the list.” Scanning the items that Flannel had written down, Leon repeated them to himself. “Eggs, milk, toothpaste. Why did he bother writing this down.” But given how their first grocery shopping trip had gone, Leon could understand why Flannel had been a little worried sending him off on his own. The toothpaste he had in the basket, the milk as well. The eggs however were proving difficult.
“They come in sizes?” No one had ever mentioned that. But it couldn’t be that big a difference. On top of that, some of the eggs were white, while the others were brown. There were too many unnecessary options. Throwing it to the wind, Leon reached over for the closest carton, but drew his hand back when he noticed someone else reaching for them. They probably knew more about eggs than he did, so might as well let them have it. But as he glanced over to see who’d taken the eggs, he grip on the basket slipped, and it clattered to the floor.
There in aisle 7, was someone who ought to be home. Any trace of emotion fell from his face, and he felt an odd cold overcome him. He briefly wondered if this was part of the reason he was in Newstark, but disregarded the idea. Garron didn’t seem like the type to hold dearly to family. And here was someone who seemed to find leaving behind their relations just as easy. “Looks like fate just keeps bringing us back together.”