Lovegirl

by Ari Collins


Itch my knuckle with my teeth.

William stops walking.

I explain. "Itchy!"

He says, "Darling Pie, you can put your groceries down." He puts his own groceries down. "See? I put my own groceries down."

"Sorry." I say, "I'm sorry."

He picks the bags back up. Almost drops the soymilk. "All right." He says, "Okay."