Chapter 11

I pulled up to Costco. I was so glad Bruce owned an Acura. I'd hate to have to go shopping in one of his Mustangs. As I opened the car door, I realized I never got a list. I shrugged and headed inside. I figured I'd buy the basics; flour, bread, sugar, eggs, and other things. I showed my card to the guard dude and I was let in. Looking around, there were so many people. Screaming kids, and the only reason people go in, free samples! I went for a cart, but some little old lady went for it also. I wasn't about to lose this cart, it was the only one left.

"Listen, whippersnapper," She snarled, "I saw it first." I rolled my eyes.

"Please! I saw it first!" We wrestled a little bit for it, but that rude old lady knocked me down! I hit my head on the cement floor. She toddled off, pushing her cart in front of her. I was forced to take those baskets. You know; those baskets they have instead of carts? I HATE those. It just gets so heavy and I often times just skip the store. But I had to grin and bear it. C'mon, Rachel; you're a lawyer! You've dealt with worse things than a heavy basket. Looking around at the aisles I realized just how many people there. I walked towards the first aisle. There were tons of flour packages and sugar. Almost everything I needed was there. Snatching packets off the wall-thingy, I threw them into the basket. It was heavier than a hippo at this point.

"Need some help?" I turned to a familiar face. It was Gar! I smiled and nodded. He picked up the basket, strained, and grinned.

"How'd you find me, Gar?" He pouted. It was adorable.

"I'm not a stalker. You were a familiar face; I needed someone to talk to." I grinned. We walked and talked as I hauled my things to the self-checkout aisle. As I scanned the items, he was just contently standing there, watching me.

"So; where are you coming from?" His eyes were saddened.

"Well, I live with my stepfather. My mother died when I was seven, and my stepfather hates me. He treats me like some kind of…animal…" I really felt him. My father was alcoholic and abusive. My mother had to protect me from his wrath by taking it herself.

"I'm sorry for that, Gar. My father is the same way." He nodded and smiled at me. He took out his iPhone.

"You know; we could talk about this more if I had your number." I smiled and took out my cell phone. Upon opening, I noticed all of my missed texts.

Missed Texts (1k+)

Rach, Letterman's fired you. Srry- Dav.

Rachel, you've missed my marriage. You were going to be my maid of honor, daughter.

Why won't u answer me? Do u hate me- Kor.

Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap. I missed my mother's wedding. How could I? I was an evil, heartless soul. Just like my father.

"Uh, Rachel?" I snapped back to attention. Gar was staring at me, and so were the other people in line. I blushed and took his iPhone. I put my number in and took my groceries to Bruce's car. This would be interesting.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Costco, Acura, Mustang, or Apple Franchises. If I did, I would be Steve Jobs. But he's dead, so I'd be dead.

I will never ask my little sister for suggestions on food. When I asked for basic foods, she said "Uh, hot dogs," And then I said, "No! Basic foods!" Then she says, "No! I mean hot dogs wrapped in bread." Review and Favorite. Grammar Nazis and Flamers welcome.