37th Ave. As I entered the supermarket, neighbor B’ra greeted me by calling my name from her seat on the bench out front. Smoked sausage, uncured Wieners, Münster cheese and antipasto and garden “salads” from FD (23:07), apparently giving up on fasting this week. I saw R. S. dash from deli to butchery without any time to greet me. I peered out the window at B., catching her attention, before I exited, and then approached her to jokingly claim that I was telling her that my food was spoiling so as to avoid speaking to her long. She asked if I were making some delivery, but I confusedly just let her know I was in fact heading home. S. was working out front by this point and, seeing my silly and friendly mood, suddenly wanted to be my friend and so turned around to offer me a smile and greeting before we wished one another a good night and I was on my way. The cute young worker was at ফুসকা [sic] হাউস as I passed.