Her groceries lie strewn along the motorized length of the cashier’s conveyor: Canada Dry staggered Habitat 67 style; cans of tomato paste – upright, fallen, rolling; boxes tumbling over each other in their frenzy to escape; an itinerant banana. They lie there. Broken. Defeated. Victims of a high-speed collision on the checkout aisle.

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