Chapter 50

LIPSTICK? The air was thick with the smells of fresh bread, ripe fruit, and roasting coffee, making her stomach growl with hunger. Glyndon moved towards the shelves with bread but Harper intercepted her either her cart. Shopping carts rattled and rolled across the floor, as families and individuals like Glyndon and Lora moved around the aisles in search of the perfect ingredients for tonight's dinner.