New Beginning 766

"Can I help you, mother?" I asked the old woman coming out of the department store.

"Thank you, dear girl," she warbled from behind the stack of purchases. She was bent forward with age and backward with the weight of her cargo, turning her into a wobbly Z-shape in a shawl. I snatched off the top few packages and slung them under one arm. This revealed me in her field of vision, and she glowered, clearly thinking she'd been tricked into accepting my help. Which she had.

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