She was still feeling groggy when she parked the car.
She’d been working overtime and the rest of the family were already there when she got home. Because of her obvious injuries; bruised arms and neck, swollen eye and a couple of sticky plasters on her face, they all gathered around while she slumped into the nearest chair. She was still dazed and couldn’t tell them much, only that she’d called in at the supermarket on the way home from work. She remembers waking up in the manager’s office. They were very nice to her, giving her a cup of tea and a biscuit. They let her sit for a while before she was able to stand up. Although she kept being asked what had happened, she was too traumatised to recall anything clearly.
“If it’s alright,” she said, “I think I should just go up and lay down.”
They all agreed.
As her husband was helping her out of the chair, it suddenly dawned on him to ask, “This was at the local supermarket, was it?”
“Yes,” she replied weakly.
“What did you go in for?”
“Toilet rolls.”