Supply

Father had a nervous habit of buying everything in bulk:  Costco, Food for Less, any and all warehouse stores was the preferred route.  Not only basic items like toilet paper– after all, when does a person only buy one roll– but things like– candles, electric vacuums.  It was a footprint of growing up during the war, her mother had told her.  He feared not having enough– of anything.  Even if the item was superfluous.  When he showed his membership card to the Costco greeter, he was flashing a still frame of he and his siblings playing in the dirt with shell castings.

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