wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
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"What if I'm not okay?" -Rafe Cameron
England, 1944
Olivia hated groceries.
Those heavy white sacks were the cause of her nightmares, disturbing her physically and mentally. Her muscles couldn't handle lettuce, but they could handle heavy blades. Lettuce was much worse than swords and spears.
Peter Pevensie, always the gentleman, carried the double sacks she did, trying to pay the cashier with his occupied hands. He accidentally tripped over the canned beans section, making the cashier angrier than he already was.
"Okay! Out, out!"
"Wait, but I haven't finished paying–"
"You paid enough!"
The cashier pushed them out of the store, angrily closing the door behind their arses. The glass almost broke, but he didn't care, muttering a few obscene words as he grabbed the mop.
"Congrats, Pevensie. This was my grandfather's favourite grocery store!" Olivia grumbled, heading for her silver bike and putting the groceries in the basket.
Peter rolled his eyes, doing the same with his black bike. "I didn't see you helping." He retorted. "But look at the bright side– we got a discount!"
"Our discount was getting kicked out of the store."
"But I still have fifty bucks left since he didn't let me finish," Peter said proudly, puffing his chest. "I think we deserve some ice cream."
Olivia couldn't help but agree. It seemed to be one hundred degrees outside, the summer of 1944 making its way hotter than usual. Girls began to wear smaller socks and skirts, and boys didn't bother to go out with their jackets over their shoulders.
The mall wasn't far away, only two minutes pedalling. They hopped on their bikes and crossed the street, stopping by the parking lot and trapping their bikes against the metal pipes under the lock.
The place was bustling with cheery teenagers, girls on dates with teenage boys, eating chocolate and playing with their hair, them bragging about how they would go to the war the following year and saying they would kill a German for their dates, for love. Olivia stuck her tongue out.
"Was I that annoying when I began dating your brother?" She questioned Peter as they passed a clothing store.
"Well, instead of saying you were going to kill Nazis for love, you said you were going to kill Calormenes."
Olivia slapped the back of his neck, making Peter laugh. "By Aslan's sake, I miss Edmund." She said, shaking her head.
"I'm sure he misses you too," Peter answered. "Based on the letters, I can tell he and Lucy are having a fantastic time in Cambridge with our cousin."
