Notes: For primeval100: challenge 398: And a partridge in a pear tree.
Becker was walking around the supermarket, trying really hard not to send Matt to wait outside in the car. He imagined he wore the same expression as the young mother with the toddler he’d passed a while ago, the child whining at her for sweets.
“…and parsnips. Don’t forget those; I love parsnips. Ooh, and can we have sage and onion stuffing? And cranberry sauce? And the Christmas pudding with the orange sauce?”
“And a partridge in a pear tree,” Becker sang softly to himself as Matt paused to pick something up.
Matt reappeared. “No thanks, I’d rather have turkey.”