I’ll cover.”

She turned and blinked. He was no older than twelve. Slim and pallid, with large spectacles and old clothing. He didn’t appear wealthy enough to buy a stranger groceries.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Linda said hurriedly.

You’re not asking. He offered his own handful of items on the belt. “My grandmother says to do good when we can. Karma returns.”

Linda paused and nodded, her eyes streaming. “Your grandmother is wise.”

The youngster paid for a few ingredients, enough to prepare chicken noodle soup. She smiled at him as they left the shop.

“I’m Linda Walker. You are?

Eli, he said, sliding his paper bag between arms.

“Thanks again, Eli. Thanks for saving me a trip back. I planned to prepare the soup tonight