"AND THAT'S WHY I need you to start doing my grocery shopping," I finish with a huff. Anyone with perfectly functioning ears can hear the resigned annoyance my tone carries as I beg my brother to make plans in his Saturday to do my grocery shopping since I am too much of a coward to face the stares and the harsh criticism that I know is going along with those stares.
My brother, Odin, lets out this large, exaggerated half groan, half sigh and I can see him so clearly in my mind's eye, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he sends a silent prayer to the big man upstairs to keep himself from driving over to my house just to strangle to death.
"Freyja, you know how this town works," Odin says, using the same tone an exasperated parent would use with a child. "By the time you have to go sho
