Read Malcolm Garcia's story: He walks the aisles of the supermarket, scrutinizes prices against his coupons.
It was here by the meat counter one afternoon a woman stood and stared at the girls rude as she could be.
“You want to know what happened to us,” Megan said. “We were in a car accident and our mother died.”
“Sorry about how your girls are,” the woman told Rusty.
“Nothing sorry about it,” he said. “We get along.”
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