The walk to the entrance is long, long, long, one aisle that’s five times the size of the entire prison commissary
There are so many cereals.
So. Many. Cereals.
Aharon stands in the middle of Aisle 4. Cheerios and Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch and three, four, five types of chocolate cereals: Cocoa Puffs and Cocoa Pebbles and Cocoa Munchies and Oreo O’s. Seven different boxes of cornflakes, for goodness’ sake.
In the commissary, there had been one type of cereal. Something bland and generic that he’d been sick of in under a month.
He glances back at the list Shira wrote for him. Shabbos cereal, it says. Granola.
Which one? There are fifteen different granolas, he can’t for the life of him remember which one they’d used to stock before — before. Had they even eaten granola? And which Shabbos cereal were the kids into these days? Couldn’t she have been more specific?
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