Buoy by Maggie Seacroft

Author:Maggie Seacroft [Seacroft, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

“So, did you talk to Tranmer about Bugsy staying on the boat?” Ags asked.

“Not exactly. Last night didn’t seem like the time. But I will,” I said, sort of lying, sort of not. “He’s staying on the boat for a bit. He didn’t want to cramp Jack’s style, what with Lisa around.” Again, sort of lying sort of not, but I didn’t want to get into a whole big thing about everyone’s housing issues in the produce section of Mack’s Foodland.

“Ok, cool. I think Bugsy has until the end of the month, though. Hey, what do you think Russ would like better? Chicken Kiev or Beef Wellington?”

“I think he’d be content with a hotdog.” I smirked as I carried my basket around the impressively large produce section.

Ags peeked into my grocery basket. “Ugh, I can’t believe you eat that stuff.”

“What?” I asked, looking down at the contents of my basket and wondering just what she was judging so harshly—the kale or the whipped cream in a can—which by the way I feed my cat. I reached to squeeze the summit of a mountain of avocados and looked up to find Ags, but instead Lisa Claire caught my eye. Her unmistakably high teased and dyed hair made her easy to catch. She was perusing the cart of discounted vegetables. Little pink stickers are used to let the cashier know it’s marked down 30%. She didn’t see me, and I didn’t let on that I’d seen her either. I strained my peripheral muscles to watch as she daintily peeled pink stickers off wilting heads of lettuce and bananas dying a slow brown death. I’d never seen anyone do that and wondered just what she was up to until my eyes followed her to the meat section. She leaned into the cooler and pulled out a few cuts of meat, and then she proceeded to nonchalantly pull a pink discount sticker from up her sleeve and smooth it onto the meat she placed in her mini cart. It was engrossing, to say the least, and I looked around, wondering if anyone else had seen her do it.

“Ready? I chose chicken,” I heard from behind me.

“Hmmm?” Ags had jolted me from this episode of the Lisa Show. “Sure. Yeah, let’s go.” My words were quick.

“What’s the matter? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“I might be. Let’s check out,” I said, and we made a beeline for the shortest check-out line. You can probably guess how that went.

“So? What gives?” Ags asked once we were outside near the cart return.

“I saw Lisa in there,” I said, looking back toward the doors to the store.

“Lisa? Jack’s booty call Lisa?”

“Something like that.”

“Did she talk to you?”

“She didn’t see me. But if I were stealing from the grocery store, I probably wouldn’t wave to all my friends either.”

“What friends?” Ags smirked. “And what do you mean stealing? You saw her stealing? She shove a roast down her pants?”

“Not quite. But there’s no other word for it.

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