…er, chatter, chatter — she kept on, a constant stream of prattle filling the otherwise quiet store. She announced every item she took out of her basket as she laid it on the conveyor belt. I couldn’t see the items she placed, but I didn’t need to. I heard what they were, one by one. Toothpaste — I always buy mine here. Deodorant — got to have that. Cookies — they looked good, couldn’t pass them up.