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goat. And Eric the mechanic who pretty much breathed sex appeal. Though her self-esteem couldn’t quite allow her to believe what Maude had to say. Eric wasn’t attracted to her per say. He was probably one of those guys who couldn’t help but be charming. True flirts cant just turn it off. It didn’t matter if they were talking to a college freshman or her great grandmother- they could probably get their pulses jumping by just being themselves.
    Annabelle paid her tab and went in search of the grocery store. She found it a few storefronts down. Another giddy bell greeted her as she entered and she felt her heart sink a little. This wasn’t a grocery store like she was used to back home with aisle after aisle of prepackaged junk food. There was an enormous produce section. Brightly colored fruits and vegetables practically spilled over their display cases. She was more than a little ashamed to admit that she didn’t recognize quite a few of the things she found there.
    The Goode women may have been a lot of things, but good cook was not one of them. Viv had pretty much raised her on take-out and quick to throw together stove top meals and occasionally frozen dinners until her fitness phase kicked in and all she ever brought into the house was salad greens and protein bars.
    Anna grabbed a few apples, a bag of grapes, and what she was pretty sure was romaine lettuce before stocking up on pasta, rice, and yogurt and prayed it would get her through the week.
    The grocer at the checkout was somewhere in his fifties with a head full of gray hair and a thick mustache to match. He had a friendly, ruddy face and a belly that spilled happily over his waistband. His bright yellow name tag said “Hank The Friendly Grocer”.
    “Well hello there Miss. Goode,” he greeted her as she loaded her groceries onto the belt. “Glad to see you got here quickly. I was starting to worry we were going to have to import our herbs from out of town this year since no one was around to tend to Mam’s crop. Did she get around to planting the annuals before she passed? God rest her.”
    Anna perked up slightly. It hadn’t escaped her thoughts that she only had a certain amount of money to hold her over until she figured out this farming thing or got herself a new job. And there was Hank The Friendly Grocer who obviously wanted business from her.
    “I think she got most of them planted. I haven’t really gotten a chance to really look everything over yet,” she said, avoiding mentioning she didn’t know what Mam grew let alone how to do so herself.
    “Of course, of course,” Hank said as he bagged her food. “You’ve got a lot on your plate. Keep me posted though so I can get all my hens in a row.”
    “Of course,” Anna smiled, handing him her money.
    “Good. Good. Oh, actually,” Hank exclaimed, rummaging under the counter for a moment before producing a piece of paper he handed her. “These are some notes I scribbled for Mam before… well… before. There are some estimates for what herbs I am going to want at first harvest and how much.”
    Anna took the paper, feeling her heart beat faster with anxiety. When was first harvest? She scanned the notes, the words “dill, rosemary, mint” caught her eye. “That’s a lot of dill,” she observed, wondering what on Earth so much could possibly be used for.
    “Oh that,” Hank smiled, his chest puffing up proudly. “that’s for my famous pickles. Between Joe’s cucumbers, Mam’s dill, and my mama’s recipe, I have the best pickles around.”
    “Cant wait to try them,” Anna smiled, thanking Hank and making her way back to her car.
    She turned it over, thankful that the day had turned out more productive than she had thought it would. If nothing else, she knew she would need massive amounts of dill for Hank’s pickles. Now all she had to figure out where, or if, the dill was already planted as well as how to make it grow and how, exactly, you went about harvesting it. She