Good to Buy (PART 2: FINAL)
(continued) The supermarket wasn’t as deserted as earlier. There were four employees in the store, one of them including his father, the new cashier, who had left for work earlier that morning. “That’s weird,” Lilli said, scratching her neck. “There’s supposed to be at least ten workers here.” She shrugged. “Maybe it’s not their shift.” Timothy’s father waved through the window, indicating to enter. “Let’s go!” Lilli said for the third time. Timothy opened the supermarket door. A wave of dry, acrid-scented air washed over him. It smelled weird, of decay. “That your kid, Greg?” a worker asked Timothy’s father, interrupting his thoughts. The worker was tall and wiry, with wisps of hair on his head and a short, scratchy beard. He noticed a name tag on his uniform: Eugene. Timothy glanced up at his father, who was proudly nodding. Eugene smiled at Timothy (or at least he thought it was a smile), and he noticed Eugene was missing a tooth. He chose not to di...