I found a checkout line in the grocery store with only one person in front of me.
After all of his groceries were bagged, the man continued to have a conversation with Sarah, the checkout woman. “Get a move on,” I thought to myself.
It wasn’t until I checked out that I realized it wasn’t the man who was slowing things up. It was Sarah.
When I asked her how she was, she told me that upon returning to her home a few days ago, she found her fiance dead. He had suffered a fatal stroke.
I, too, had a conversation with Sarah.
