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    Eric threw a strip of bacon at Jason; Jason threw one back, and an all-out food fight erupted among the three boys, taking place all over the house.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Sara Krason pushed the button to bring the target to her. Once it came, she pulled it from the hanger to examine her marksmanship: from behind her protective goggles, she was able to see that she managed to get all but one of her bullets inside the innermost ring. She put another target up and pressed the button to send it to the end of the forty-yard lane. She put another magazine into her Glock twenty-six, nine-millimeter pistol. She raised her gun and fired at the center ring of the target. (The earmuffs she wore protected her from hearing the ear-splitting sounds of her shots.) She brought the target to her and was pleased that she managed to get all her shots in the innermost ring this time.
    That was enough for today. It was almost four, and she still had to stop by Harold’s to get groceries for later on tonight. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a hand towel.
    On her way out, she stopped by her dad’s office. Her father, Marvin, owned this and two other gun ranges in Pennsylvania, including one in Philadelphia. He had gotten Sara involved with shooting and hunting about three years ago, after her mother had died. It was the only time they spent together, besides the occasional dinner. Marvin was a good man, and he tried to be a good father, but he and Sara had never been close, though he did try to make more of an effort after Sara lost her mother.
    “Hey, kiddo, you heading out?” he asked from behind his large wooden desk, his meaty palms resting in his lap.
    “Yeah. I’m stopping by the store on the way home. Do you want me to grab you anything while I’m there?”
    “Uh, no. I’ll have whatever you’re making.”
    “Okay.” As she walked out, Sara turned her head and accidently caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror embedded in one of the walls. Horrified, she turned away immediately. She hated practically everything about her appearance, from her double chin to her cottage-cheese thighs. And then there were the mounds of flab drooping from her arms like straw on a scarecrow and the rolls of fat encasing her stomach like a donut with filling. The only thing Sara liked about her appearance was her long dark-red hair. It was the only physical attribute she had received from her mother. (Why couldn’t Sara look more like her? She had been as gorgeous as an oil painting before cancer had ravaged her.) She got her size and everything else from her dad.
     
    Harold’s was a supermarket chain that populated the northeast. They had pretty much everything lining their shelves: food, clothing, electronics . . . Sara wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t surprise her if they carried the proverbial missing kitchen sink.
    The store was extremely busy, even for a Saturday afternoon. Sara filled her cart with hard taco shells, ground beef, lettuce, shredded cheese, tomatoes, green onions, taco sauce, and sour cream. She was lucky enough to meet an empty lane when she was ready to check out her groceries. She rushed to put her stuff on the conveyor belt before anyone else came along.
    “Hello. How are you doing today?” the cashier greeted her.
    “I’m fine and—” Sara stopped speaking when she saw that her cashier was Andy Abbott, one of the assholes she went to school with. Her first thought was to put her stuff back into her cart and go to one of the other lanes—even though it would require her waiting awhile to check out her groceries—but she stopped herself, refusing to let this jerk scare her off. She flattened her voice and did her best to remain cool, calm, and collected. “I’m fine.” She finished putting her food on the conveyor belt. While Andy was scanning her groceries, Sara demanded to have them double bagged.
    “Sure thing.” He looked as though he was sniggering at her. Sara would have called him on