“Take your time,” her husband George said after a long silence.
“I-I-I don’t know why this is so hard for me.”
“No problem, honey.”
“There’s just so many—”
“I know, I know.” George raised his index finger up then clasped his hands in prayer to the lady in front.
Sandy exhaled audibly.
“Do you want me to choose?” George said.
“No. I got this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.” Thirty seconds later, Sandy looked up at the cashier, “two scoops vanilla, please.”