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“Thank God, girl,” Bell said when Davida relieved her at aisle 17. “I haven’t had a break in four hours.” A man in a bright blue jogging suit was unloading his cart when he realized he was caught in a cash register transfer. “Will this take long? I’ve got tennis at four.” Davida forced a smile. “Just a moment, sir.” Renee opened up in the next aisle half an hour later. “Hey, D, you still thinking about moving?” “Yeah.” “Who gonna watch Bobby Ray when you here?” “I’m sharing the cost of the sitter with Rolanda.” “At what we make an hour? You crazy.” Davida handed her customer the credit card receipt, but the pen had gone missing. “Hon,” she said to Renee, “you got something to write with?” “Do I look like an office supply store?” Davida smiled as she gave Renee’s borrowed pen to the customer. “Thanks for shopping at A&P.” The next guy in line had a fancy college crest on the pocket of his polo shirt. For a second Davida imagined he’d ask her out. “Hi,” she said. He unloaded his cart — sushi, beer, potato chips, pretzels — and handed her his A&P card. She swiped it and gave it back. “Nice day, huh?”


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