Ms. Sutton walked through the farmer's market, her mind miles away.
The driver followed close behind, his hands full of grocery bags. "Ms. Sutton! Ms. Sutton!"
"Huh? What is it?" she blurted. It took a second for his shout to register, but when it did, she whipped around to face him, a flash of panic crossing her features.
He gave her a weird look. "What's wrong with you? Why so jumpy?"
Realizing her slip, Ms. Sutton quickly composed herself. "I was just racking my brain over what to make Aurora for dinner. I got so wrapped up in it that I didn't even hear you."
The driver bought the excuse without a second thought. "Yeah, well, ever since the missus got pregnant, she's been delicate as glass. It's gotta be tough on you."
