An Entitled Woman with a Full Cart Cut in Front of My Mom’s Wheelchair at the Supermarket – What Came over the Intercom Made Her Freeze

scarf. I pushed her chair slow, like the floor might bite.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she said, and it sounded like a lie she’d practiced.

We got flour, apples, pecans, butter—everything for her pecan pie.

For a few minutes, she even teased me like old times.

She made a face. “Eli, I have enough cinnamon to preserve a body.”

I laughed, and she almost continue reading …