Chapter 33

"Did Tula send us the list yet?" I ask as I push around the shopping cart.

"No. She's trying to compile it now," says Hala.

"It must mean that they're really hectic," says Syl as he reaches up to the top shelf to grab some sprinkles, since he is the tallest anyways, and puts it in the cart.

"Oh, wait," says Hala as he phones dings and a messages pops up, "just got it. And—we need to head over to produce."

"Do we need tomatoes?" asks Syl.

"That and other things," says Hala, "we also need basil, peppers, lemons, and some apples."

"Oh yeah, we had dessert pizzas too," I recall.

"I'm guessing we're buying canned pineapples?" asks Syl as we walk with purpose toward a different part of the supermarket.

"Yeah, that'll probably help since we won't have to cut the thing and then pull the core out."

"Smart move," I say as we arrive at the produce.

Moving quickly while keeping in mind how we need to hurry, we gather the produce, head over to dairy while keeping our shoes on,