Trinity walked down the aisle to the section marked ‘health care’ and began piling bandages, Band-Aids, painkillers, iodine and antiseptic spray into the basket. Customers threw the dark-haired women wearing sunglasses and torn PVC odd looks as the basket overflowed with medical supplies, but she pretended not to see them.
Her shiny latex boots made a swishing noise against the cheap vinyl floor as she turned and marched toward the registers only to stop dead in her tracks. Did the code just flicker? Looking around she scanned the store. Nothing. Increasing her gait, Trinity swallowed hard as she continued to move toward the bored-looking cashier without regard to those around her or the people already waiting in line.