She glances at the knives in that same lustful, hungry way that I do. Smiling slightly, I walk out of the aisle. Sparing a glance over my shoulder as I leave the store, I see Cora trailing her fingers along the racks of knives, a dreamy and distant expression on her face. I’m still thinking about her as I drive back to Natalie. It is only halfway there that I realize I forgot to grab snacks.
