As they finished breakfast, Beauty’s mother, Mrs. Hill got up to fetch something from the fridge.

Opening the door, she peered inside.

She sighed and closed it with a slight frown. 

“It looks like we’re out of a few things,” she said, glancing over at Beauty.

“I was thinking about going to the grocery store today. Do you mind going instead? I have a few things to take care of around the house.”

Beauty nodded readily, wiping her mouth with a ...