Another store was just another place he didn’t need to go. But Margaret had been curious. “It might save us the long trip into town,” she’d said, placing the flyer on the kitchen table. “They say they’ve got everything—groceries, tools, even gardening supplies.”
Eli nodded, skeptical. But when the opening day rolled around, they drove over in the pickup truck. It was a massive building—soulless and gray, with parking lines as far as the eye could see. Inside, it was loud and bright and filled with people from all corners of the county.