Chapter 21 -You Could Use A Beer

• My arms are positively full of groceries. I’m doing my best not to walk into any walls or drop anything as I go. But I’m trying to do this in one trip.
• I look around my pile so I can see where I am in relation to the front door, but that’s the one mistake I shouldn’t have made because several things fall, rolling around and thump being heard through the echoes of the hall.
• “Shit!” I murmur, crouching down to retrieve my stuff.