we might need for the road trip,” she said, placing a sarcastic lilt on the last two words.
Ellen giggled. “Sounds like a plan. We should get enough to last us a month, I think.”
“That’s gonna weigh down the car,” said Marla, smiling, “but it’s a good idea.”
Tu esday, 21
Marla drove the jeep into the half-empty supermarket car park and found a suitable spot in the middle. As she turned off the engine, she noticed a guy wearing an orange uniform pushing a line of trolleys in the direction of the main entrance at a snail-like pace.
“H e looks happy,” Ellen remarked on his sour expression.
“Maybe he had a good night last night and he’s feeling the hurt,” Marla suggested, grabbing her purple bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Once they were out of the car, she locked it. The girls walked across the tarmac and entered the building through the automatic doors. Ellen headed for the magazines, muttering, “need reading material”.
“Very l ight reading material,” Marla acknowledged, picking up a copy of National Geographic .
“Okay, brain box, I’m after something light and refreshing that I can lay on that comfy bed and read when we get back. I just want to chill and snooze.”
“It’s only the afternoon!”
“Yeah, but I’m catching up on all that sleep I lost when I was living on my own and too scared to shut my eyes,” Ellen answered. “Right, these two will do. Nice. Wow, he’s a bit of all right.”
Marla glanced at the page and grinned. “Double hot. That’s a latte with cream.”
“Eh?”
“It’s my favourite,” said Marla, stumbling over her response. “Erm, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed on a cold night either.”
“I wouldn’t kick him out on a hot one.”
“Really, little sis? You vixen!”
“Vegetables?” suggested Ellen, raising an eyebrow.
Marla drew a blank. “Eh? Is that a Freudian slip? Banana, anyone, or are you thinking plums?”
Ellen giggled. “You can start there. I’m heading to the women’s stuff section. I don’t wanna get stuck without you-know-what in the middle of who-knows-where.”
“ Okay, I was still on the hot man track and thought you were talking all suggestive. Anyway, good plan, but I’m coming with you. We’ve never liked the same in most things.”
“You think?” asked Ellen.
“Yeah, we’re like chalk and cheese in a lot of ways, but... mind out!” said Marla, skidding to the side.
A pool of reddish liquid streaked the floor. “Watch out for glass,” added Ellen.
“Can’t see any...”
“ They must have cleared that bit up then.”
Marla glanced up and grabbed a bottle of red, which she placed in their trolley. “That’s for later.” Turning around, she added some bottles of water and cartons of juice. Next came some bacon and eggs, vegetarian meals for Ellen, and then tins; loads of tins, coffee, tea and powdered milk. Ellen grabbed some flip-flops – “You never know how skanky hostel showers are” – and with a grin, Marla got some too. They moved to the next aisle and chose some toilet rolls and the requisite ‘women’s things’.
“Condoms?” asked Ellen, putting on a serious expression.
“Who for?” enquired Marla.
“Well, Tommy’s kind of cute.”
“You’re joking... you like him?”
Ellen grinned even wider. “I don’t mean me.”
Marla nearly choked. “No way! He’s a friend, like a brother. No, like a girl even. And I haven’t seen him in years.”
“But you have to admit he’s cute.”
Marla shook her head before poking Ellen in the back and heading off in the opposite direction. “Shampoo,” was her end comment. Still shaking her head, she glanced along the rows of bottles and chose a couple. Hair bands, I’ve definitely run out of those.
Taking her time, Marla turned into the next aisle and looked over the books. The latest bestsellers glared back: thrillers and romances. Something quirky and thought provo king would be good as she liked
Ellen giggled. “Sounds like a plan. We should get enough to last us a month, I think.”
“That’s gonna weigh down the car,” said Marla, smiling, “but it’s a good idea.”
Tu esday, 21
Marla drove the jeep into the half-empty supermarket car park and found a suitable spot in the middle. As she turned off the engine, she noticed a guy wearing an orange uniform pushing a line of trolleys in the direction of the main entrance at a snail-like pace.
“H e looks happy,” Ellen remarked on his sour expression.
“Maybe he had a good night last night and he’s feeling the hurt,” Marla suggested, grabbing her purple bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Once they were out of the car, she locked it. The girls walked across the tarmac and entered the building through the automatic doors. Ellen headed for the magazines, muttering, “need reading material”.
“Very l ight reading material,” Marla acknowledged, picking up a copy of National Geographic .
“Okay, brain box, I’m after something light and refreshing that I can lay on that comfy bed and read when we get back. I just want to chill and snooze.”
“It’s only the afternoon!”
“Yeah, but I’m catching up on all that sleep I lost when I was living on my own and too scared to shut my eyes,” Ellen answered. “Right, these two will do. Nice. Wow, he’s a bit of all right.”
Marla glanced at the page and grinned. “Double hot. That’s a latte with cream.”
“Eh?”
“It’s my favourite,” said Marla, stumbling over her response. “Erm, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed on a cold night either.”
“I wouldn’t kick him out on a hot one.”
“Really, little sis? You vixen!”
“Vegetables?” suggested Ellen, raising an eyebrow.
Marla drew a blank. “Eh? Is that a Freudian slip? Banana, anyone, or are you thinking plums?”
Ellen giggled. “You can start there. I’m heading to the women’s stuff section. I don’t wanna get stuck without you-know-what in the middle of who-knows-where.”
“ Okay, I was still on the hot man track and thought you were talking all suggestive. Anyway, good plan, but I’m coming with you. We’ve never liked the same in most things.”
“You think?” asked Ellen.
“Yeah, we’re like chalk and cheese in a lot of ways, but... mind out!” said Marla, skidding to the side.
A pool of reddish liquid streaked the floor. “Watch out for glass,” added Ellen.
“Can’t see any...”
“ They must have cleared that bit up then.”
Marla glanced up and grabbed a bottle of red, which she placed in their trolley. “That’s for later.” Turning around, she added some bottles of water and cartons of juice. Next came some bacon and eggs, vegetarian meals for Ellen, and then tins; loads of tins, coffee, tea and powdered milk. Ellen grabbed some flip-flops – “You never know how skanky hostel showers are” – and with a grin, Marla got some too. They moved to the next aisle and chose some toilet rolls and the requisite ‘women’s things’.
“Condoms?” asked Ellen, putting on a serious expression.
“Who for?” enquired Marla.
“Well, Tommy’s kind of cute.”
“You’re joking... you like him?”
Ellen grinned even wider. “I don’t mean me.”
Marla nearly choked. “No way! He’s a friend, like a brother. No, like a girl even. And I haven’t seen him in years.”
“But you have to admit he’s cute.”
Marla shook her head before poking Ellen in the back and heading off in the opposite direction. “Shampoo,” was her end comment. Still shaking her head, she glanced along the rows of bottles and chose a couple. Hair bands, I’ve definitely run out of those.
Taking her time, Marla turned into the next aisle and looked over the books. The latest bestsellers glared back: thrillers and romances. Something quirky and thought provo king would be good as she liked
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