#Chapter 72:What Are Best Friends For?

Emily’s POV Why do they make you pick between sharp or easy to use when buying a razor? Why not both? I throw both in my basket, unable to make a decision. Whatever one I don’t like Renee can have the other. Who knows how long she’ll stay. The market is busy for a Friday afternoon, but I guess everyone is out shopping for their weekend nights. I stroll up and down the aisle, mindlessly making notes of the things I know I need and other things that I want that could be considered needs. Like this face mask. My skin has been rather dry with the cold nights as of recently. Thirty-five dollars? How can I reason with myself to get this. “Emily?” Someone asks. I freeze. I know that voice. I turn around, dropping the face mask on my basket. Game-time decision. “Eric,” I greet, flickering my eyes over him and wrinkling my nose.. “What are you doing here? Don’t you hire someone to do all your shopping?” “I want to talk to you about Renee,” he says, completely disregarding my jab at his