Chapter41

#Chapter41

/"Asa Cornelius Finch, if you throw one more thing, you are getting a smack and walking./"

The metal of the shopping cart dug into my knees as I sat inside it, leaning over the edge. In my palm, a liquorice bean sat. I had been lobbing them down the aisles, seeing how far I could make it bounce, but at Joel's words, I froze.

Turning, grimacing as I almost dropped my pick and mix, I cocked my head at Joel, hiding away the hand with the bean.

/"I was being good,/" I informed him, trying to reorganize my legs so that they fit. I had to cross them so that I didn't squish the bread or crush the eggs that had been placed in the bottom. /"I didn't throw them at anybody. Not even the old man whose head looked like a target cuz it was bald and red./"