Bleeding Peaches

3. Constance

Constance was the one pushing the shopping cart despite her better judgment. She kept her eyes out for anything they needed since Anne was pulling the cart and haphazardly putting things in. They needed way too much for her not to be watching since Anne hadn't even had a toothbrush, a fact that still made her shiver.

Anne grabbed a pack on paper plate and utensils and turned to Constance who nodded back. Grocery shopping made Constance really happy because she had her old old Anne back. Not the person who was trying to see the stars, or the wreck that she had woke up to this morning, but she called her best friend back in high school. Sure, she was a bit thinner than the girl that she knew, but Anne had never been known for actually eating her food. Still, the idea that Constance could make sure she ate at least two meals a day made her happy.

"You said your parents are going to get our groceries for the First Month, right?" Anne asked.

Constance nodded. Anne got a plastic bag and put the apple in. She then picked up 5 more apples and stuffed them in the bag.

"Can we get peaches?"

"I'm all for whatever fruit you want to eat as long as you eat some okay?" Constance replied.

Anne smiled and got another bag. She slowly picked out a peach and looked at it. "I haven't had anything good with peaches in forever. Like when I was grocery shopping New York with Roxxy Darling we'd go to the fruit aisle and one of the peach options would say from Georgia. Like Georgia peaches."

Constance moved next to Anne and looked at the peaches with her. She picked out a couple and put them into the bag. Anne picked out some of her own and did the same before they both moved on.

"The sad thing is I can't remember what peaches taste like anymore. I swear that the last time I ate a peach was at my parents' house."

Anne stopped walking and looked at the floor. She moved her left arm across her body then took a deep breath. Constance had never seen her do anything like that before, but maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it was how she calmed herself.

"We have like 12 peaches Anne." Anne perked up and started to walk again.

"No, we have ten Georgia Peaches Connie. I'm going to draw a couple of them. Maybe it'll be like home you know?"

"You forgot that we're Georgia peaches? Thick accents, beautiful faces, and we're warm and fuzzy on the inside." Constance said.

Anne laughed and pulled the cart down to where the alcohol was. Constance didn't try to fight it. Instead, she watched her as she looked on both sides of the aisle. She finally stopped making sure that Constance stopped too.

"You know what sounds good though? Peach schnapps. Peach schnapps sounds amazing."

Constance tried to hold back a frown. The idea of drinking another night sickened her partly because she was still a bit hungover, but she also wasn't 100 percent sure that Anne wasn't still a little drunk herself. Seeing her 100 percent sober would be the only thing that could make her feel better.

"Can we cool it tonight?"

"No, we can't. The last of us aka Otto Von Houser is supposed to come in today with your luggage. Speaking of him you haven't told me anything about this mystery boyfriend of yours Connie and I don't do mystery well."

Anne looked toward Constance trying to find an answer in her face, but Constance knew better. She looked away which prompted Anne to get in front of her face. Once she did Constance turned away again. She didn't mind telling Anne about Eliot but playing with her when she was going to meet him later was starting to be fun.