7

Saturday morning in Forks and the Thriftway was a hopping place. Bella had put off her least favorite adult chore—grocery shopping—to the point she had a dribble of milk to add to her coffee, two heels of loaf bread, and a single egg for breakfast. Lunch was going to be an even sadder affair if she didn't get her behind in gear and get some food.

Tossing her hair up into a ponytail after tugging on a pair of jeans and a Forks PD tee shirt she had swiped from her dad when she was in high school, Bella took a quick glance in the mirror to determine if today merited makeup before leaving the house. Seeing no evidence of overnight zit eruptions, she grabbed her keys and headed to her car.

Up and down each aisle she ventured, tossing her selections into her cart, paying little if any attention to the other shoppers until …

"Beep! Beep!"

Bella startled at the little voice before spinning around to find Carlie sitting in a racecar shopping cart, grinning broadly at her teacher.

"Hi, Miss Bewya! Do you need to get beer, too?"