“So, what are you thinking about, Clara?” The little girl looked up from her burrito bowl and squinted one eye to avoid the light coming through the window of the restaurant. “Oh,” she waved a fork and shrugged dismissively. But then she smiled and squinted again. “So, I was just thinking about Seward. Where Macey and Annabella live.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. It’s a small town, right?” “Sure.” “But it’s not like, super super small. People there still need to buy things there right?” “Right.” She leaned back into a shadow and took a deep breath, “Well… I think they only have one grocery store in that town, if I remember correctly, and it only sells food.” “I think that’s right.” “Well,” she continued, “What if…