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searching out the things on the list.
     
    “Yellow onions,” says Bo, “there are different colors of onions?”
     
    “Yes,” says Katy, “red, yellow, white, purple…”
     
    As they round the corner, none other than Martha Jenkins stands there whispering to her husband, obviously having already seen the two of them.
     
    “Hi, Miss Martha,” say Katy and Bo simultaneously, with a little eye roll.
     
    “Well, look at you two in here, shopping from a list just like an old married couple,” she says in the sweetest most Southern belle accent.
     
    They laugh it off, and explain that Miss Viola has sent them on a mission together to get the rest of the things that she needs for supper.
     
    “Oh I see,” replies Martha. “She’s just trying to keep you in good company while you’re here, Bo. With yoo-hoos like Amber Chaney wandering around this town single, it’s safer this way for sure,” she says.
     
     “Oh Lord, please forgive me,” she says aloud, “that was judgmental, but some things are just the truth.”
     
    “How was the flea mall?” asks Katy.
     
    “Oh you know how it always is, those early birds get in there and grab until there is nothing left. I guess I will have to try next week,” replies Martha.
     
    “Nice seeing you, Martha, we are off to find ‘baby carrots’,” says Bo.
     
    “On the other side of the deli!” Martha shouts as she walks in the other direction, once again whispering to her husband.
     
    Katy and Bo can’t help but giggle about how obvious Miss Martha is, with her crude remark about Amber Chaney.
     
    “So what’s the deal with Amber?” Bo asks.
     
    “She has the same attitude she had in high school,” replies Katy.
     
    “Ah,” says Bo, “she still thinks she’s all that and a bag of chips, huh?”
     
    “You could say that,” Katy replies, “now that she and Dylan Jones broke things off, she’s on the prowl again, and as soon as she sees you, she will certainly try to catch your attention.”
     
    “Girls like that didn’t catch my attention in high school and won’t catch my attention now, you know. I like the sweet, girl-next-door type.”
     
    “Right,” Katy replies.
     
    Arriving back at Mammy’s house, Bo puts the groceries away as Katy helps her chop the veggies. With the stew smelling delicious in the pot, Bo thinks to himself, “maybe Mammy can still cook, but what if she was to leave the stove top on next to a towel?”
     
     Visions of the house going up in smoke run through his mind, his worry about his grandmother growing stronger as he is there in her home seeing all of the possible dangers.
     
    “The front steps are too steep,” he thinks, “and if she was to slip in the tub.” He thinks about stating all of these facts now but figures that he should probably keep the peace while it lasts. “Dinner will be a good time to voice my concerns,” he says to himself with a slight nod.
     
    “What was that?” says Viola, coming up from behind him.
     
    “Oh nothing, I was just saying how good the stew is going to be with that homemade cornbread. If there is one thing that I miss most about your cooking, it is that you always make a side of cornbread to go with everything.”
     
    As Katy sets the table, Bo watches from the other side of the kitchen how gracefully she walks, how gracefully she sets down the plates and folds the napkins. The sundress she has on matches her olive complexion and her long flowing hair makes her look like the picture of perfection - everything he has ever wanted in a woman, if it wasn’t for her stubbornness.
     
                “Alright, let’s sit down and thank the Lord for our food and dig in. I am just about famished,” says Viola. “Katy, would you lead us in prayer, dear?”
     
    “Yes, ma’am,” Katy says. “Dear Lord, we thank you for the food that we are about to receive and we thank you for our health and that Bo has made it safely here to visit with his