My mama had finished her story by telling me she’d been mortified and didn’t know what to do. So, she did what I guess anyone in her situation would have done. She left. The funny thing is though. At the time of all this happening, she’d been standing in line behind Kolinski at the checkout holding a package of aspirin and some salve ointments for me that were supposedly good for curing poison ivy. (Which she thought I might have had due to the red patches that I’d developed around the scratches on my legs I had received from my time in the forest.) In her confusion, she had simply forgotten to put the items back or at least leave them down on the nearest counter when she’d scurried out the store to get away from Kolinski. She had