She needs to go shopping, but each journey from the house is a difficult one. She tries to take the least crowded pavement, the quietest time of day, but she still feels like an exhibit, a curiosity. She knows that her presence on the street will switch conversations on like a string of fairy lights. As soon as she has moved beyond hearing, they will begin dissecting her misery and her ridiculousness, and dish it out between themselves in manageable bites.
