Another Dawn by Kathryn Cushman

Author:Kathryn Cushman [Cushman, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Steve’s phone call left me even more frazzled than before and it was all I could do to keep from pacing the house. I hadn’t committed a crime, and yet it felt like I was under house arrest. I’d barely even stepped outside for days, and now we were running out of juice, bread, and milk. I needed to go to the grocery store, but I didn’t want to go in the middle of the day. It was bound to be full of people, likely some of whom had read the paper and would recognize me. So I waited until a little after seven.

I hurried through the aisles, grabbing the first “no sugar added” apple juice I saw on the shelf and tossing it in the cart, then power-walked up the bread aisle. An uncomfortable sensation of being watched began to crawl up my spine. I looked around me and saw no one but a teenage boy looking at pastries and an older woman squeezing the loaves of white bread. Still, the feeling didn’t lessen.

There was only one cashier on duty in the full-service lane tonight, and she spoke so loud I could hear her throughout most of the store. “What kind of recipe you gonna use this in?” “You gonna fry this chicken or grill it?” “Did you hear about Norma Jean?”

Never before had I fully appreciated the self-checkout at a grocery store the way I did right now. I hurried over to it, making a point to keep my eyes averted from the loud-talking cashier. I did not want to attract attention of any kind.

I scanned the organic milk, listening to the beep as it went across. The bread was next. Beep. Juice. Beep.

I was just sliding my credit card into the appropriate slot when I heard the cashier’s voice again. “Really? She’s the one? Are you sure?”

Though I couldn’t be certain, it didn’t take a genius to guess whom they were talking about.

I hurried out of the store and rushed over to my rental car. There was a torn piece of white paper under the windshield. I snatched it up, threw my groceries into the backseat, then locked the door and turned the ignition before unfolding the paper.

It was written in blue ink, in neat printing.

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