Maryanne chuckled once Parnel was gone. Pulling a slight face of her own as she turned toward Steve. "Sorry. I just hate her, so very much." She confessed. It was hard for her to say that she hated anyone. But Parnel was on the very very short list.
She finished picking up the groceries, cradling the fruit with more tenderness than the girl had. "These don't look so bad, if you eat them with in the next few days, the bruises will just be a little softer than the rest. And if you cook the veggies you wont even notice." She had far to much experience in using bruised and battered fruit and vegetables from a garbage can. "Or, we could go get you more and I can carry them for you."