Big box

I was not enthusiastic but needed something at the big box store. I made my way down the aisle and saw her leaning on a walker, bending to pick up items that had fallen to the floor. I almost kept going but my better angels took over. We talked while I picked up stuff from the floor. She had a list on a bit of paper and we found what she needed. And we found her husband, a few aisles over, in a wheel chair. You might have thought they’d been apart for a month, the way they carried on.