Grocery List
A carton of milk, loaf of bread, stick of butter. That's it, right? She thought for sure it was carton but Jamie thinks it's quart. Huh, maybe there's a regional difference. Not that it matters. It's been floating through her head every time she remembers another item to add to the grocery list. The constantly changing, ever growing, all encompassing list that at some point will be fulfilled. Maybe today, if she feels courageous enough to go outside. Get all kitted up. It's like snow days when she was 5: layer after layer, scarf, hat, goggles, gloves. Just in case. Then inevitably she'd have to pee. Mom would get so angry. She'd hold it in sometimes only to suffer through the consequences in the minus stupid Quebec winter. Freezing and damp and crusty. To look at her hands you'd swear it was mid January in Saskatoon. Chapped and cracked from relentless washing and wiping. No point in moisturizing as no sooner does she repair the damage then she touches h...