Shopping With Ida │ Peter J Carter
“Gwen, don’t pull that crap on me.” The other robots in the store scattered to the furthest aisles when her voice raised, fearing the wrath of the cane. “My daughter tried that, and I told her she was full of shit. He kept driving those shuttles even though I told him to retire and give it up, but he said he ‘loved it.’ He didn’t love me enough to give it up.” “An accident then?” Ida huffed. “Maybe he was tired and made a mistake like they said. I don’t believe any of them. Get me a bottle of those olives from the top.” Gwen grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and placed it gently in the carriage. “I don’t understand the promise. I’m sorry.” Gwen said.