Vajpayee Dairy Berry Farm
It began with Clair. Clair had been one of my brightest students. She reminded me a bit of myself, only where I had adopted the resting bitch face and ice queen personna to keep the boys and faculty from harassing me, Clair managed to deflect them with humour. I admit doing my stint in the army probably didn’t help my resting bitch face and automatic defenses any, so I was jealous in a way about her free and easy way of avoiding the attention girls with busts like ours attracted. That is why I was surprised to find her stopping me in the grocery store before buying produce.
“Oh Mrs Thomas, don’t waste your money buying this. You know Vajpayee gives only their lowest grade to the stores, and with the food shortage being what it is, you are paying gold for trash.”