As soon as she saw the Red Vine liquorice ropes on the bottom shelf, tears sprang to her eyes. She couldn't control her speed or volume as she grasped the package and told Marianna how Red Vine ropes were a staple of her cross country road trip, wrapping them around her neck and biting little by little as miles passed by the window.
Suddenly the little girl at the other end of the aisle began to beg her mother for her very own package of Red Vine ropes.
"Honey, you heard the story. You have to go on a road trip with her to get those."
biggest kiss...
...kristen