The doctor tells me I have three months to live. I still shoot Jeff, but I don't burn the store. I leave Jeff in the apartment, go downstairs and open up as usual. He has the day off, I tell people. They expect to see us always together.
Belle comes in to shop as usual.
I am working the register. She gives me her insolent smile. Here's where the fantasy becomes a little problematic. If Charlie is in town, she brings her little shopping cart and wheels her groceries home. If he's away, her purchases fit in a single bag, and she carries them.