You expect my mother to pay for groceries?” Daniel shouted so loudly that people in the next checkout lane turned to look.
I kept both hands on the cart and stayed calm. The conveyor belt was covered with things I had never chosen—smoked salmon, imported cheese, expensive olive oil, handmade chocolates, and even a jar of caviar.
My own groceries were simple: chicken, vegetables, coffee, and a few household items. The total on the screen was over a thousand dollars.
I put my card back in my wallet and said, “I’ll pay for my groceries. Patricia can pay for hers.”-
