The old man scrambled down the riverbank, trying to get to the overturned shopping cart in the water, worried that his groceries were lost. In his slippers, he waded in losing one in the muck, while trying to upright the broken cart, and remembered that the groceries were in the car.
He plodded toward shore, his eyes searching the roadside for any sign of his car. Margie would be upset if the milk got warm and turned. Then it struck him that Margie passed away and he wept as he stumbled along the water’s edge looking for the illusive car.