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His cell rang, and she caught the look of relief as he pulled it from his back pocket. “Hello,” he said into the phone. “I’m at the store.” He gave Davida a twenty, talking loudly as Tom, her bagger, packed up the groceries. She put her customer’s change and the receipt into his tanned, manicured hand. “Thank you for shopping at A&P,” she said. Still talking, College Kid took the money and walked off with his purchases. Davida sighed, feeling annoyed for even wanting a guy like that to be interested. A moment later he was back, and for an instant she thought he was going to ask for her number. “Hey, I gave you a 50. You shorted me 30 bucks.” Davida looked askance. “I’m sorry, but it was a 20. You were on the phone.” College Kid turned toward Tom, who was restocking plastic bags. “You saw what I gave her.” Tom was tall and lanky. His A&P vest appeared to have shrunk because his torso was so long. He shrugged. Davida pushed the supervisor button, and her aisle number turned red. The three ladies in line frowned and moved to other lanes. When the register supervisor arrived, the College Kid overheated. Charlie, the supervisor, a balding white man in his 40s, wiped sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his polyester


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