Every summer my family and I go to our house in the cape just north of Boston. One hot summer morning, I was leaving the house to meet my family at the beach, suddenly I remembered my mother asked me to pick up a jar of "Kingfish Herring" for her and her friend to snack on at the beach.
I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey's house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families' have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don't see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together, even at age 7 we walked with our mothers, so I knew I had to tell her about this errand before I left for town.
Arriving at Lacey's house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, "Lacey," I called to her, "my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?", "Sure," she replied, "do you mind if my cousin comes with us?", "Of course I don't mind," I answered, "but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use til noon."
While driving, Lacey and I laughed while reminiscing, over old stories of love and trouble that we seemed to get into over the past decade at the cape, Lacey's cousin Mary was quite, she seemed shy.
We arrived at the A&P and I realized that the store was almost devoid of any human life, but it was mid Tuesday morning most towns people were either working, or at the beach.
Two men were working the front end, the cashier at register 3 was helping an older looking woman with a sun hat, Capri pants ,and far too much make up on, the other cashier was leaning on the bag rack behind him, enjoying a break in a slow day . Both of the clerks looked as if they were in their early twenties, definently townies, the townies hated summer vacationers. Townies...
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