“Right.” I marked seriously to avoid any irritation to her.
“Good. After I do the washing up, let’s go to the market.”
“OK.”
On the way out, I reluctantly stopped by a stained blue shopping cart behind the main door. “Should I take this shopping cart with me?”
“No. Don’t. The market is too busy and too messy. Many shopping carts along with food have been stolen this year. Many thieves disguise themselves as shoppers spreading around the market and waiting for a chance. Months ago, it happened to your father. While picking broccoli, he had the cart stolen with a whole chicken in it. When he returned, his face was greener than that broccoli held tightly in his chest... But you must go now. Go!”