The run on supplies in the grocery store causes the global worker in me to kick into high gear. I wash my hands (again) before slicing into the precious fruit on my kitchen counter. Every drop of juice is headed for my freezer. 

She was a truly lovely young woman. Long light brown hair and shining blue eyes. Easy smile and quick giggle that invited friendship. Attractive figure resulting from disciplined eating and regular exercise.

“If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.”

Smells of fresh bread greeted my kids and I as I buckled my youngest into the cart. I selected mangoes and noticed one of my kids chomping on something.