in line behind them

They stood at the WalMart pharmacy window, trying to pick up their $4 generic medicines. She was dressed like a flower girl, odd, perhaps, a bit, because she was in her late 70s. He was wearing a Yankees ball cap and Bermuda shorts hiked up over his waistline, cinched there by a green web belt. He looked to be in his 80s. She was arguing with the pharmacist. He said, “Let’s just go, then.” She said, to him, “Shut up.” She argued some more, now, with the pharmacist’s assistant. He said: “We’re never coming back here.” She said, to him, “Be quiet.” She argued some more with whomever would listen. This time he just said, “What?” A patron to the right said aloud and in full voice: “This has been going on for an hour, at least.” Neither of them – neither him nor her – heard. WalMart: Where America shops.