Thursday, Jul. 08, 2004 - 1:36 a.m.
The ready meal sat cooling in the microwave. She regretted not eating it already, having suffered the humiliation at the supermarket of a basket full of meals for one and wine. She stared into the open fridge-freezer, neatly compartmentalised cardboard reality stared back. She rotated the supermarkets she went to, and remembered every check-out attendant so that she would not confront the same face twice. She no longer entertained thoughts of shared suppers.
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