Shopping

Simon, the refrigerator is empty, the freezer only has fish and mozzarella sticks.

The cabinet are full of ancient snacks, my lunch box is dying.

We need to go shopping, but where are you?

Are you at school? Are you at home? Are you at your friend's house?

No choice now but to go without you, the boy whose always saying we have nothing to eat.

Father and I had gone to "Riba Smith" to go shopping--grocery shopping.

In goes the food, into the big, fat cart--wafers, spaghetti, chips, cookies, cereal, vegetables, meat, Popsicles--to make it hold so much, until it can't withstand the weight and size.

Arguing with father sure drains your energy, luckily all has passed.

We're safe home, waiting for father to come pick you up?

Waiting here is what I'm doing, while you're over there, in a totally different world.