![]() ![]() ![]() Now in addition to having brittle bones, I could be toothless. “Can you take the toothpaste off too?” We’d have to squeeze a few more days out of the old tube. I looked at the new total on the register. Brendan has this habit of yelling into his cell as if it were a tin can on a string. “Sadie, it’s Brendan.” I didn’t need him to tell me his name. I finally found my phone buried at the very bottom of my bag and yanked it out. But until my mom got paid on Friday, there were limited funds in the house, and there’s no way I was going without deodorant. Not to mention having so little dairy in my diet that I would likely end up with a raging case of osteoarthritis when I was old. Eating dry cereal for a week was going to suck. “You don’t want it anymore?” The cashier tapped her impossibly long fingernails on the register with one eyebrow raised. “Can you take the milk off the bill?” I asked the cashier. You know it isn’t going to be a good day when you have to choose between food and proper hygiene. ![]()
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