She always enjoyed checking him out, seeing what new items he might have. Pickles, mayo, lipstick. Ham, a couple of movies, and a cute bra and panty set.

"For my girlfriend," he would say if she asked, but in a town as small as theirs she knew better.

"That'll be fifty four seventy three." He paid her swiftly, and hurried to grab his bags.

"You take care now, Emily."

She waved to him and smiled. "See you on Sunday, Pastor Lawrence." 'And have fun,' she added silently as the old man drove away slowly.