Bought some rhubarb.
Last time it was safe. This time… I don’t know. It seemed more edgy – like making a crack deal in the East Bronx.
Twitchy. Not a lot of eye contact and a shifting of foot to foot.
The transaction was surreptitious. I was thankful I had a substantial jacket with suitably sized pockets.
During the exchange, an expensive saloon with tinted windows rolled past, paused for a moment, and then rolled on. This unnerved the guy. I noticed the butt of a semi-automatic pistol protruding from his coat.
The deal was done. And in a cold sweat I left the grocers.