Myrtle recognized Nancy Young—the woman who was supposedly indebted to Palmer and couldn’t pay her back. She immediately put on her doddering old lady act. “Goodness, thank you, Nancy. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t shown up. Left the crackers on the floor, I suppose.”
Nancy was pushing a large and almost empty shopping cart. In the child seat, she had a large binder which had plastic envelopes full of coupons. Next to it was the weekly ad for the grocery store. On top of the ad was a calculator.
Nancy said, “How about if I give you a hand? You don’t have a cart?”
Myrtle shook her head and said feebly, “I was just coming in for the milk. But I cut through the cracker aisle and my favorite brand was on sale. I guess I couldn’t juggle everything.”
“Let’s put them in my car
