" So if there's anything else you need at the store, you'd best tell me now, " she calls over her shoulder as she drops her cellphone into her bag.  The small notepad that had the list of things she could think of is swept off the table, and she slips the pen from the metal rings and trails the tip of it over the lines.

          " My own personal things ...  napkins, tissues, hand sanitizer, printer ink, some thread, more pins, some rubber bands, that stupid magazine you've been bugging me about ...  Am I missing anything? "