That she understood all too well. Wesley's story of the future for her that she went through was the source of her terror. "I'm lucky, I guess. I've got a couple of my friends here too. It really does help."
She paused, thought about it again, and picked up the bag of chips and dropped it into the basket. There. Mind made up. "Well, I supposed I should let you get to your shopping. I keep talking and keep you from it."