Page 95 of Flaunt
I growl, making her laugh.
We go through the frozen foods and grab the essentials. Toaster strudels, pizzas, and tater tots all get added to the pile of cheese. Sara gets things like salmon, broccoli florets, and gelato.
We are not the same.
“This is where all your money goes,” I say.
“Where?”
“All this food. Did you even look at the price of that shit? Tater tots are way cheaper.”
“In the short term. Blood pressure meds and hospital bills are more expensive than salmon.”
I scoff. “We’re going to have to do something about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’ve ruined chicken for me tonight. Now I’m thinking negatively about tater tots. Could you please not ruin anything else for me?” I look ahead. “Caramel popcorn? Yes please.” I add two bags to the cart. “Hush. I don’t want to hear about diabetes.”
She laughs. “You’re a mess.”
We walk quietly through the store, each of us in our own thoughts. I don’t know what Sara is thinking, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. Actually, she looks really happy just walking around with me.
And I love that.
I snap a picture of chicken feed on an end cap as we go by. I upload it into a text to Jess.
Me: Do your babies need any food?
Jess: Come over tomorrow.
Me: I’m busy.
Jess: No, come over tomorrow. See what you’ve done.
Me: Can’t you send me a picture?
It takesa few minutes for it to load. But when it does, I start laughing.
A coop large enough to fit a three-person family has been placed in Jess’s backyard. Fencing and posts are on the ground as if he’s not done.
Me: I knew you’d love them.
Another picture loads of a sign.It reads What a Fuster Cluck.
I snort.
Jess: I should nail this to your front door.
Me: I’d rock with it.
Jess: Pippa got that today. She’s naming these chickens.
Me: Make sure one is after me.
Jess: We did. We call him Glitter. He keeps pecking the walls.
Me: He probably shines too bright that he’s annoying himself. I can relate.
