A plastic smile didn’t conceal the harried redhead’s anger. She jerked around to correct the pair of twins within arm’s reach. Her heavily-laden grocery cart slammed into the heels of the lady ahead of her in line. Disaster.
When the woman’s ankle-length gauze skirt caught in its wheels, Patty wiped a sweaty hand across eyes laden with dark mascara. She grasped for composure.
A raspy “Shut up, you two,” escaped from between her tightly-pursed bright red lips. Eyes cast toward heaven, she inhaled deeply and exhaled an extended sigh.
Twin grins sprouted. Today Mamma was no match for my sister and me.