Rayon: Deuxieme a Gauche

En relevant les yeux, j'ai vu une main saisir un paquet de pâtes.

J'ai heurté quelqu'un, et, avec un bruit d'avalanche, toutes nos courses sont tombées par terre: les petits pots, le chocolat, le thon en boîte, sur le carrelage.

"Oh, pardon," ai-je dit.

"C'est rien—je vais ramasser."

Je me suis baissée pour faire un petit tas de mon butin. En relevant les yeux, j'ai vu une main saisir un paquet de pâtes. Le glisser dans un sac en cuir. La boucle en argent est restée ouverte.

Je suis passée à la caisse, un peu groggy, puis je suis rentrée chez moi.

"Tu sais quoi? Cate Blanchett aime les ravioli."

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*Second Counter on the Left*

I collided with another shopper and, with a crash that sounded like an avalanche, all of our items tumbled to the floor: little casseroles, chocolate, canned tuna—everything on the tile.

"Oh, excuse me," I said.

"No problem—I'll pick it up," came the reply.

I bent down to sweep my booty into a small pile. When I raised my eyes, I saw a hand grab a package of pasta. Slip it into a leather sack. The silver buckle was left open.

I went through the checkout, somewhat dazed, and then returned home.

"Know what?" I announced. "Cate Blanchett loves ravioli."

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