Elizabeth and Dana

Elizabeth moved her cart over to the next aisle. There she saw a face that she hadn't seen in some time. Years, in fact.

"Dana?" she asked. Dana turned around, seeing her ex-wife and flushing profusely.

"Oh ... hey, Elizabeth," she said.

"What brings you over to this side of town? I thought you normally shopped at that little Mexican grocery on the south side," Elizabeth observed.

"How did you ..." Dana said, shaking her head. Her ex-wife was well-informed, it appeared. "Pablo wanted some creamed spinach tonight, he has a tooth issue."

"Sorry to hear that," Elizabeth commiserated. "Getting old sucks."

"That it does," Dana agreed. "How about you?"

"A full house this weekend. Emily just gave birth, you know. You have a grandchild."

"I hadn't heard," Dana said. "It feels like a long time ago."

"That it does," Elizabeth said. "Never could have anticipated this path. After the divorce ... being back in the same household. Helping you discover your feminine side. And then ... this."

"Yeah," Dana agreed. "It was a bit of a whirlwind."

"A lot of a whirlwind," Elizabeth said. "Perhaps a bit ... presumptuous of you. You went from zero to sixty with this. But it seems like you enjoy things well enough."

"Pablo is rough around the edges," Dana admitted. "But a big dick goes a long way."

"That it does," Elizabeth agreed, smiling wryly. "It was good to see you, Dana."