"Let me carry the bags, Greta. It's only vegetables in there and I'm sure it is not nearly as heavy as you insist it is. I'm not a fly, I can carry those." Greta threw a sharp look at Alesso after flashing me gentle smile.
She refused to let me carry any of the grocery bags and insisted Alesso do it instead. Normally, I would not insist but poor Alesso already had so many bags in his hand, we could barely even see his nose.
Greta was about to say something, no doubt, insisting further but I had already snuck my hands under the bags and swooped them up and in to my hold. She looked at me admonishingly but let it go when she saw that I was, indeed, managing quite effortlessly. Well, these were not that weighty to begin with.
The little market had the best of the best in produce and, w
