“W hen are you going to finish here?”
“At ten.” Joe pushed boxes of cookies onto the shelf and stuck price stickers on them. Cookies and more cookies and more. Then sugar wafers. And more sugar wafers.
“Look at all the junk they eat” said his sister Bernadine scanning the shelves critically. “So much sugar and white flour. This is the civilization you want to import back home?”
“Quit that will you?” He’d been sitting here with his back bent for eight hours pushing packages onto shelves and now she had to come and hassle him about it. “Calm down Bernadine. I’m not going to import cookies and chocolate to Papua okay?”
