I dove into the bags I’d brought inside, taking out a loaf of bread and bag of baby carrots. Then another bag of carrots. And another bag of carrots. “Do you have rabbits?” “No.” Her cheeks flushed as she swiped a bag from my hand. “I just like carrots.” “How long will it take you to go through all of these?” She shrugged and opened the refrigerator door. “I don’t know. A week?” “A week?” My eyes bulged. “That’s more carrots than I eat in a year.”
