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afterwards.
    As I pushed the cart down the cereal aisle, I passed all the name brands that Kevin and I preferred, choosing the generic economy-sized bags instead. Some of them didn’t hold a candle to the name brands, but we had learned through trial and error that the generic chocolate puffs were the closest in taste to Cocoa Puffs. I grabbed one of the bags from the back knowing they usually moved the older stock to the front. We could tolerate the generic brand, but once it went stale, it really sucked.
    Milk and orange juice were the next items to make it into my cart. I dreaded the weight they would add to the bags on the walk home, but knew both were necessities to Kevin’s diet. Once I had all my items, I pulled my buggy off to the side to total up my cart and cringed at the amount. I surveyed the cart critically, trying to decide what I could put back to shave seven dollars off my total. I remember Rosa telling Lucinda there was three hundred-seventy-five dollars on the card, but I also knew from past experience that overspending would not go over well. I put back Kevin’s Cosmic Brownies along with the grapes and bananas I was hoping to sneak into his lunch. Kevin and I weren’t huge fans of fruit since we really didn’t have much opportunity to add them to our diet, but I had wanted to start encouraging him to eat healthier. I noticed most of the produce was unusually costly here, but figured it must be off-season or something.
    By the time I made my way to the front of the store, the sun was starting to set outside, so I quickly unpacked my goods onto the conveyor belt. I was so intent on my task that I was startled when I realized the bag boy was talking to me.
    “Huh?” I asked looking up. My face filled with color as I took in his boyishly handsome face. He had thick brown hair that threatened to fall in his eyes if not for the hand he used to push it back off his forehead. His eyes were the typical brown you would expect, but seemed to sparkle as he smiled at me. Within our endless travels over the years, I had run across my share of cute boys, and even went out with a few, but it was the dimples that sat in both corners of his mouth that instantly captivated me and set him apart from any other boy I had ever met. He was more than boyishly cute, the word steamy jumped to mind. I knew without a shadow of doubt he was trouble.
    “I said you must be new,” he said, smiling broadly at me.
    “Yeah, we just moved in across the way,” I said, indicating the trailer park across the street.
    “That’s great. We never get new people around here. The last people to move here was Shirley Mc…”
    “Jones,” I finished for him.
    “Exactly. How did you know that?”
    “I met some girl earlier and she filled me in.”
    “Brown hair, crazy tall, has a brother?” he asked.
    “Yep, that would be her, except I didn’t meet the brother.”
    “That would be Bethany and her brother Matt,” he said in a tone that was hard to place.
    I looked at him wondering what the issue was, instantly suspecting it had something to do with her attire.
    I turned my attention back to the less-than-friendly cashier as she scanned my items, deciding right then and there he was way out of my league.
    “We’re all in the same class,” he continued. “Though they don’t like the rest of us all that much,” he added.
    “Why not?” I asked, trying to sound disinterested.
    “Not sure,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “Are you a junior or a senior?” He asked, changing the subject.
    “Senior, and I have to admit, it’s wigging me out a little that we will be in the same school with a bunch of munchkins,” I said, grimacing.
    He threw back his head and laughed.
    “It’s not as bad as it sounds, they keep us pretty separated.”
    “So, is this the only job around here?” I asked, hoping for the opportunity to finally get a job.
    “Pretty much. My dad owns the store, so I was a shoo-in,” he said, looking slightly