She raised her hands, exasperated. “They don’t have my yogurt!”“Is there some other brand you could eat?” I prompted.“I can’t get back here to the store. I’ve got a sitter taking care of my husband who is crazy! Crazy! You don’t know,” She shook her head as if clearing visions that she wanted to forget. “You’re probably right,” I agreed soothingly. She took a deep breath and tried to read the names of the other brands of yogurt. “I like low-fat yogurt,” she said. “With peaches. Not this custard stuff.” “Have you tried the custard stuff?” I asked gently. […]
