"Lemme just--" and he balls up the pharmacy bags and pops them into the sturdier, easier-to-carry sporting goods bags to limit the number of handles he has to hold onto.

"I'm good. We can go real food shopping tomorrow. Maybe I can help with the cooking until I get the art classes started."

He looked over to Jim.

"And no deep horror. I actually had to learn how to cook. I can now make things that aren't sandwiches."