Pleased to have left Mortimer speechless, Holly hung up the phone. She glanced at the time: four o'clock in the afternoon.
She slung her bag over her shoulder and went out to buy groceries, returning a little after five, laden with bags of all sizes.
Wyatt Winslow was already home.
Holly glanced at the large pile of items on the table, and Wyatt glanced at the many bags in Holly's hands.
Holly set her things down, shaking out her hands, which had gone numb from the plastic handles. "Dad, you went shopping too? How come I didn't run into you?"
"I bought these around noon." Wyatt stood up and poured her a glass of water.
"Oh," Holly said. She started putting the groceries into the refrigerator. "Dad, I didn't buy many vegetables. I put the meat in the freezer, but I left some in the fridge section."
"Dad, make sure you eat three meals a day, okay?"
