"Detergent..." She gave him a small, weak smile as she walked with Enteinne behind her. he was her guardian, her Rook in a sea of knights and pawns. He was always trying to protect her, and she felt safe around him. She trusted him, and no one else.
As they walked down the grocery isles, Alisa took whatever they needed and placed it in the basket. She managed to get the detergent Enteinne enjoyed, the milk with the smiley cow face on the jug, and a bag of potato chips with a hint of tabasco. Despite being grown adults, they almost seemed like two children on a shopping trip.
"Okay... we got everyt'ing on de list, Ennie.."
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