A hard lesson

Kathryn Geraldine Rezek

My dad and I sometimes went together to the grocery store. I always liked to go with him and help pick out the groceries on the list.

This day I was listening to error—that means wrong thoughts—and when we came by the candy counter I lagged behind. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I took three candy bars and put them in my pocket and caught up with Dad, who seemed not to have noticed that I was not around.