becca

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I__ a boy. Like Dorian Gray.___orian who?__ sighed. __ust think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.___ure thing, Gumdrop.__ grimaced. __ take that back. Let__ stick with Grey.

There__ an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can__ remember the last time I went shopping for food._ A smile glittered in his eyes. __ might have gone overboard.__ walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.

Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.