By Laura Grimes

“Why are we parking here?” (Mr. Scatter is of the misperception that another part of the parking lot is better.)

“So we can walk through the lake on the sidewalk to get to the store safely.”

I scanned the grocery list as we stepped around puddles in the light rain on our way to the One-Stop Shopping Mart.

“I think I’ll get a separate basket because I need to get some things that you won’t want to deal with.”

As if to be helpful and save me the embarrassment of explaining further, Mr. Scatter quickly jumped in.

“Women troubles?”

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