Wounds, Chapter 5
Something odd was going on. It was a Saturday afternoon, the first weekend since Dipper got out of the hospital, and he and Mabel were at the grocery store for the weekly shopping run. This in itself wasn’t unusual - the twins had been driving their mom’s hand-me-down minivan since last October, which included the obligate rights and responsibilities, e.g., weekly groceries, dropping off and picking up dry-cleaning when needed, banking and post office tasks, and various other errands newly-accessible (or at very least, far more convenient) with their drivers’ licenses and (somewhat) reliable mode of transport. Nor was it unusual for Dipper to join, despite his condition - well into his second week of recovery, he could easily manage an hour or so of slow walking, especially with a shopping cart to lean on.