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sleep.  Plus, she quickly remembered, that she didn’t yet have the number to his home.  Okay… then she would have to use her best judgment and hope that she was correct.
     
    There were a couple of other women in the cereal aisle, and as Emmy silently made her way down, her eyes skimmed over the brand and store names of the cereal.  Would he get upset if she bought brand name, and thus, more expensive cereal, or did he actually prefer the cheap store knockoffs?  Her head was swimming with unanswered questions, causing a very soft but very noticeable pulsing in the temples of her head.  Great, she was going to have a headache on top of all top of things.  She stopped finally and decided to get some Raisin Bran.  Raisin Bran was always good; it was one of her favorite cereals.
     
    This isn’t about you, Emm y , a little voice reminded herself and she frowned once again.
     
    Okay, so then what would Jason Belmont want?  Cinnamon Toast Crunch?  Cheerios?  Everyone loves Cheerios.  What about Honeynut Cheerios?  She began to tap her index finger on her chin and decided that she would grab a box of Honeynut Cheerios as well.  As she began to walk down the aisle, she began to feel an impending stare burn in her back.  She continued to walk, this time more slowly, to make sure that her paranoia concerning her new living arrangements wasn’t merging over to other aspects of her life, such as simply shopping for food.  But the feeling continued to follow her until she reached the very end of the aisle.  One glance wouldn’t kill her…  She physically stopped in her tracks, and then, very slowly, she arched her neck so that she could glance behind her.  Sure enough, the two old women sharing the aisle with her were staring intently, and when Emmy caught them, they immediately looked away and started chatting, as though nothing happened.
     
    Furrowing her brow, Emmy continued to head to the milk.  Well, that was odd.  She knew that many of the residents here could spot tourists just as easily as she could, and figured they must think of her as just another tourist.  However, she had been to Tahoe enough times with her grandfather early in her life to know that the locals didn’t stare at tourists.  If they were going to gossip about tourists, they would do it when said tourists weren’t around.  No; this was blatant staring and Emmy had no idea as to why.
     
    When she reached the milk, she grabbed two cartons of 2% before deciding to head down the pasta aisle.  Pasta was one of her favorite foods, whether it was with red tomato sauce or white alfredo sauce.  She grabbed a few packs of different pasta (such as noodles, shells, and bowties) and both types of sauce.  Now, what?  Maybe she should pick up some bacon and sausage.  They still had eggs… would he want eggs again, after just having them for dinner?  She placed the heavy basket on the floor and thought intently for a minute.  What about pancakes instead?  A smile eclipsed her face as the idea popped into her head.  She loved pancakes and had not had them in so long.
     
    When she turned to head down the adjacent aisle, she realized three other people staring at her.  Subconsciously, Emmy glanced down.  There was nothing on her clothes.  She touched her face; she doubted anything was on her face… What was wrong with her?  Why, exactly, was she attracting all these stares?  Hurriedly, the young woman spun around and headed down the next aisle, searching for Bisquick and syrup in hopes to get out of the store as quickly as possible.
     
    Emmy grabbed the Bisquick, making absolutely sure that it wasn’t the kind where one merely added water but needed eggs and milk as well.  The syrup, thankfully, was near the Bisquick and she grabbed a bottle.  She stood up and did a quick, mental checklist before deciding that she was finished.  It struck her odd as though, that she was actually looking forward to heading back to Belmont’s