 The girls wandered off to another part of the store, little realizing that there was someone in the next aisle over who had heard everything they had said. Oh, God bless you, Miss Waddle. Here's your medicine. This should make you feel better. Thank you, George. I'm sure it will, at least physically. But I think I may have a different problem to deal with now. Different problem? I'm afraid I don't understand. It's nothing. Thanks again, George.