.â Grandpa Murray rubbed his hands together and lifted his eyebrows a few times. He eyed the fruit aisle.
Mark mimicked Grandpa Murrayâs motion. âYes, letâs see . . .â he said before letting out a sinister laugh. When Grandpa Murray offered to do the grocery shopping, Mark had turned off the television, jumped up, and volunteered to go with him. He told his mom that he just wanted to help out, but really he wanted to go because Grandpa Murray was great to food-shop with. Heâd put anything Mark asked for in the cart. In fact, heâd put anything at all in the cart as long as it looked tasty or interestingâbeef jerky, sixteen-inch king crab legs, freeze-dried enchiladas, sugarcoated cheese curls covered in chocolate. One time he bought a box of cat food because the box boasted a large gold medal from Cat Care magazine, even though the Hoppers didnât have a cat. Mrs. Hopper must have suspected Markâs reason for wanting to go alongâhe never âwanted to help outâ when she went to the supermarketâso she sent Beth along to keep the other two in line.
âWhy donât we split up this list by category,â Beth said, scanning the long list of mostly boring, healthy foods her mother had insisted they follow, âand meet up at the register with the shortest line in twenty minutes.â
âBah,â said Grandpa Murray. âIâll never remember what Iâm supposed to get or where to meet. But I guess if you donât want toââGrandpa Murray let out a loud, fake sniffleââspend time with your grandfather, who only wants toââ sniff ââlove you, then thatâsââ sniff ââjust fine.â
Mark sniffed loudly. âIâll stay with you, Grandpa! Donât cry.â
âWhat about you, Beth?â Grandpa Murray said with a large frown.
Beth looked around and rolled her eyes. âYes, okay, weâll all stay together.â
âYippee!â Grandpa Murray said.
Beth looked around again. âYouâre embarrassing me,â she whispered. âLetâs just start shopping.â
âDoes this embarrass you?â Mark asked. He picked up a bunch of grapes and balanced it on his head while humming circus music.
âYes, it does,â Beth said. She grabbed the grapes, threw them in a plastic bag, and put them in the cart. âAnd now we have to buy those because they were on your head.â
âDoes this embarrass you?â Mark asked. He reached toward a pile of cantaloupes.
Beth moved to block him. âWhatever you were going to do, yes, it does,â she said. âAnd I donât want to have to buy cantaloupe.â
âHow about kiwis?â Grandpa Murray asked. He held up a couple of hairy brown fruits.
âNot on the list . . .â Beth said.
Grandpa Murray placed the kiwis in the cart. âList schmist,â he said.
âHow about this?â Mark asked. He held up a big, whole pineapple.
âI donât know how weâre going to cut that,â Grandpa Murray said, âbut why not. Iâm a sucker for fruit with spikes on it.â
Beth laughed and put the list in her pocket. She picked up a two-pound mesh bag of strangely shaped objects that was labeled IMPORTED. âCan we get this?â she asked.
Grandpa Murray said, âThatâs the spirit!â He signaled for her to put it in the cart.
They continued through the supermarket filling up the shopping cart with everything unusual or intriguing they passed, plus lettuce for Bethâs earthworms and most of the items Leslie Hopper had requested. Mark studied Grandpa Murray as he moved through the aisles picking up items and squinting sharply to examine them. He was almost ready to redraw his portrait of Grandpa Murray on canvas and begin painting. He wanted to make sure he got every detail right and that he captured the whole of his grandpaâs
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