Day 113: Tales Of Best Friends Revealing They Screwed You Over
I looked down at the hideous red, plastic shopping basket and counted the number of items I had.
Two dips, three assortments of crackers, a baguette and a handful of deli meats. It was more than enough for the four of us tonight; I thought.
Perhaps I needed something more significant, too.
As the thought of what aisle the quiches were in entere…