Her sudden U-turn had her crashing into another cart. “I’m so sorry—” Hannah’s apology died on her lips when she saw the driver of the other cart. They lived in the same town. This was bound to happen, eventually. There wasn't anything to say, so Hannah began to back up.
“What happened?” her sister questioned in her ear just as Jeremiah called her name, stopping her in her tracks.
“Hannah. So, no apology for me?” he inquired.
“Is that who I think it is?” Lisbeth demanded.
“Yeah,” Hannah answered both of their questions.
“Run over his damn foot!” Lisbeth encouraged with her bloodthirsty self.
“It doesn't have to be this way,” Jeremiah told her, as he pulled his cart alongside hers.
Hannah looked him up and down. She could feel her nostrils flaring. Out of her peripheral, she saw a passerby slow down behind a display not discreetly observing them. She sighed internally. “My apologies for my cart hitting yours.” she offered begrudgingly.
“It’s fine,” he responded, and she hoped it was the end of it. But no, in true Jeremiah fashion, he kept in step with her as she pushed the cart to the canned soup aisle.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Why is he still speaking to you? Tell him to go choke on his dick.” Hannah was conflicted between being outraged and suppressing her laughter at her sister’s antics. As she didn't answer, he added. “I heard you got remarried.”
“Yes, I did,” she said reaching for the cream of broccoli.
“He’s being treated to one of your casseroles. I don't miss those,”
“No one asked you to.” Hannah attempted to maneuver her cart away from his. Her blood was on a low simmer.
“I'm sorry, that was my lame attempt at humour.”
“Jeremiah! There you are!” A nasally woman called out, pushing a baby buggy. With a quick few steps, she stopped before them. Mrs. Bank 2.0 looked Hannah up and down with disdain, as if she was the one who had slept with her husband.
“What’s going on here?” Mrs. Bank 2.0 asked.
Hannah wanted no part of this situation. Wordlessly, she moved away from the couple. “Baby—” she heard Jeremiah say.
“I can’t believe you! Did you just check out her ass!?” Mrs. Bank 2.0 shrieked.
Hannah couldn’t get away quick enough. Lisbeth was cackling in her ears. “I was going to ask if she looked as jealous as she sounded, but never mind. I want to be mad at Jeremiah for that, but girl, you know the one thing they could never say about the Wilson women is our butts aren’t everything. Miss it, loser!”
Hannah couldn’t help but smile as her sister continued to cut up. Lisbeth didn’t stop until both of their husbands returned to her house.
“Hey, PB, I brought back your husband,” she heard Samuel greet her sister. Along with Daniel and another gentleman, he and Nigel had been playing racquetball.
“I have your wife on the phone.”
“Hey, Jagiya,” he called. Hearing his greeting made her smile. The sisters ended the call shortly after the arrival of the men.
Hannah had just finished putting the casserole dish in the oven when her husband arrived home. Before she could get her greeting out, he pulled her into his arms, then stole her breath with a kiss that curled her toes. She loved the way he greeted her.
“Dinner will be in about forty minutes.” She informed him once their kiss was done.
“Come shower with me.”
“I can tell you showered at the gym.” He smelled so good.
“What’s your point, woman?” He pulled her along to their washroom.
Afterwards, she held her breath as Samuel took his first bite. “It’s good Jagiya.”
