Under the bright flourescent lights

At Krogers in the checkout line the bag boy is helping unload her cart on to the conveyer belt. She left the kids at home, came for a few quick things, doesn't even really need the help. He mentions that the bananas are sticky right here. Wonders if that's okay. She doesn't mind. It was the largest green bunch she could find.

He stutters, steps back towards the bagging area, asks if she can believe it's almost Easter. She shakes her head, handles the bread gently, puts it on the belt.

He asks, "What does Easter mean to you?"

She pauses, scoots around the cart, reaches for the large items under the basket, says softly, "The ... resurrection," with only a slight question in her voice.

Immediately, loudly, in unison, the bag boy says, "Halleluia!" The cashier says, "Jesus Christ!"

She smiles meekly, feels the pride of an average student answering the hardest question on the test, hands the cashier her frequent shopper card and gets ready to pay.