It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery shop. Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter. “Hullo good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?” “Why, want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.” “I The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas. decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told him. usually go “Patrick’s “We out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.” how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?” “Then I’ve got meat, thanks. I got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer.” “No, “Oh.” don’t know much like cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance on it this time. You think “I it’ll be all right?” the grocer said, don’t believe it makes any difference. You want these Idaho “Personally,” “I potatoes?” yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.” “Oh else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her pleasantly. “Anything about afterwards? What you going to give him for afterwards?” “How would you suggest, Sam?” “Well-what The man glanced around his shop. about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes “How that.” she said. loves it.” “Perfect,” “He And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.” Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.” “Goodnight, And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty
It wasn’t six o’clock yet and the lights were still on in the grocery shop. “Hullo Sam,” she said brightly, smiling at the man behind the counter. “Why, good evening, Mrs. Maloney. How’re you?” “I want some potatoes please, Sam. Yes, and I think a can of peas.” The man turned and reached up behind him on the shelf for the peas. “Patrick’s decided he’s tired and doesn’t want to eat out tonight,” she told him. “We usually go out Thursdays, you know, and now he’s caught me without any vegetables in the house.” “Then how about meat, Mrs. Maloney?” “No, I’ve got meat, thanks. I got a nice leg of lamb from the freezer.” “Oh.” “I don’t know much like cooking it frozen, Sam, but I’m taking a chance on it this time. You think it’ll be all right?” “Personally,” the grocer said, “I don’t believe it makes any difference. You want these Idaho potatoes?” “Oh yes, that’ll be fine. Two of those.” “Anything else?” The grocer cocked his head on one side, looking at her pleasantly. “How about afterwards? What you going to give him for afterwards?” “Well-what would you suggest, Sam?” The man glanced around his shop. “How about a nice big slice of cheesecake? I know he likes that.” “Perfect,” she said. “He loves it.” And when it was all wrapped and she had paid, she put on her brightest smile and said, “Thank you, Sam. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Mrs. Maloney. And thank you.” And now, she told herself as she hurried back, all she was doing now, she was returning home to her husband and he was waiting for his supper; and she must cook it good, and make it as tasty
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