Wendy talked your ear off nearly the whole time that she carried you to the store. The story was quite the distance away from the Abner residence (which, Wendy explained, was named Golgatha or "the Place of Skulls" by the first Abner to set foot in America, Ambrosius Abner). She explained to you that her parents were born to Ambrosius's niece, Narcissia, who inherited the princely estate that the entire clan now lived in. Narcissia's older brother and husband were both crushed to death during the Witch Trials of the colonial days, though Narcissia was still alive today. In fact, the dollhouse formerly belonged to her. Apparently, the dress you were now wearing formerly was worn by a doll that belonged to Wendy's mother, Maureen. You couldn't help but wonder if Maureen's doll was merely wooden or plastic, or if it was a miniaturized person like yourself. That knowledge did not make you feel any better about your current predicament. If Wendy thought of you as only a plaything, what would the odds be that she would let you go?
Wendy explained to you that aside from her parents and grandmother, Golgotha was also home to several of her sisters: Joan, Theresa, Elizabeth, Lilith, Mara, Isolda, and Sabrina. She had three brothers (who she declined to name), eighteen cousins, and several uncles and aunts, who you couldn't keep track of. There were almost fifty people in the house all at once. It was going to take a miracle for Wendy to keep you from being spotted by the numerous Abner clan. Thankfully, during the day, each of the family branches tended to seclude themselves to individual wings - Wendy's sisters and parents occupying the main wing - while the uncles and aunts with children got other wings to themselves. The single uncles and aunts lived in a smaller wing that was added to the back about one hundred years ago, when Wendy was born.
Wendy did not seem particularly concerned that other "normal people" might see you gripped in her hands. She just walked and talked, swinging you around in her giant hands as she gestured and moved. You felt like you were in a roller coaster, being tossed from one place to the other while locked tightly in her grip. Occasionally, you could see some "normal people" clearly gawking at the Abner woman, though they were likely too distracted by the sight of the Abner (known to be freaks and weirdos) rather than the sight of a doll-sized woman being toted around by her. You were constantly afraid that the giant woman might drop you or let you slip out of her grip, but you never did.
She also mentioned to you that the only reason she approached you to befriend you is because, as she put it, "you look like actresses that were in some of the movies I saw when I was a kid," referring to movies from the thirties and forties. The compliment made you feel good, all things considered.
Wendy reached the store and, without thinking, reached for the handle with the hand that you were gripped in. She smashed you against the door handle as she swung it open. She pulled her hand and you away when she realized what she had done. You got a bit scuffed up by the impact, but you otherwise felt fine. It certainly wasn't a pleasant experience, though.
"Sorry" she said, shrugging. Not exactly a heartfelt apology.
She strolled into the store and began to walk around, looking around. You could tell that she had been here before, but she still seemed to get a little giddy, like when she went into the diner with you. She lifted you up and held you facing away from her, and said in a commanding tone "show me what you like to buy here." Her fingers squeezed you tightly from excitement, causing you to yelp.
She began to walk through the aisles, nearly springing towards the coffee section. She dodged and skittered around people, causing you to experience some whiplash, and stopped when she had finally reached the coffee aisle.
"What do you like to drink?" she asked, holding you aloft in front of dozens of different brands. You saw a few names you knew, but nothing that you truly, really liked. You murmured as she held you up to scan the different brands. "C'mon. What we drank yesterday was amazing. Which brand was that?" she asked. She continued to position you in front of different containers (bigger and heavier than you were). In truth, you had no idea what the brand of coffee the diner used was. It was pretty bad. You tried to guess which brand would be closest to it, but you had no idea. You really only drank coffee at the diner these days.
You pointed to a familiar red-and-blue package. "That one. I think it's that one". For all you knew, that could have been the coffee used by the diner, but it was stored in big white bins supplied by your boss so it was easier to scoop. You kind of hoped you were right. You liked happy Wendy more than you liked creepy Wendy.
Wendy gleefully (or with as much glee as her dour demeanor let her express) grabbed the coffee bag and shoved it under her arm. "Just need to get a few more things" she said. She clutched you close to her stomach as she walked, giving you a good look of just how high above the tile floor you were. You never realized before just how afraid of heights you were until right then.
You stared down at the floor and Wendy's stomping boots as she grabbed a few things here and there. You couldn't see what she bought until she approached the check out counter with her purchases. You watched as she deposited... a box of needles, a box of popsicle sticks, and the bag of coffee on the table right in your view. The needles... they scared you somewhat.
"Aren't you going to check out that, too?" the clerk asked. You could only see her finger point at you from the angle Wendy held you at, but you recognized the voice. Angela. She was about twice your age and the store manager. She was pretty curt, and always thought you were a good-for-nothing.
"Hm?" Wendy asked. "Oh, not, this belongs to me. I was just walking with it when I came in here."
You froze up, not knowing what to do. You didn't really want to interact any with Angela, so you said nothing.
"Let me see. I want to make sure that there isn't a price tag on it so I know you aren't stealing it."
Wendy pinched the back of your dress with two fingers and lifted you up in front of Angela, rotating you quickly. "No price tag, see? And don't you think I would have just removed it if I wanted to steal it?"
Angela furrowed her brow and tried to reach from you. You were ready to scream when Wendy quickly deposited you head-first into her jacket again. You heard Wendy ask "how about this? Can I just buy my stuff?" she asked. You heard the clink of something hitting the counter and sliding forward.
"Hm. You're an Abner. I should have known you were a freak like the rest of you" Angela growled, taking the coin. She handed Wendy a bag full of groceries and said "Get out of here. And bring real money next time."
Wendy hurried out of the store and then retrieved you from her pocket. "Nice lady. Got everything I need" she said. You couldn't tell if she actually meant that Angela was nice or if she was being sarcastic, as her tone rarely changed. You guessed it was a serious compliment - the Abners, you'd heard (and seen, to an extent) all had weird manners. They seemed to think manners were impolite and lying was honesty. That's what you thought, anyway. You didn't like seeing those needles get bought, and you certainly didn't like how Wendy so casually referred to you as belonging to her.
The walk back was largely uneventful. Wendy kept asking you about how to make coffee (and if coffee or Marleburrows were better in the morning or in the evening). Occasionally, you passed by people who stopped and stared at Wendy, though few said anything.
When you got back to the house, Wendy suddenly dropped you (quite carelessly) into the bag of groceries. "Don't make any sounds. I need to get some stuff from the kitchen before we go back upstairs, and I don't want anybody to find you in there."
You obeyed, trying to stay still as everything in the bag shook and jumped with each step the giantess took.
Wendy entered the house and made a beeline towards the kitchen at the back of the hall. She turned to her left and poked her head in another room, then entered, tossing you and the bag through the air. You tried not to scream, but let out an "oof!" as you landed. You rolled out of the bag onto a couch. "Be right back. Nobody is in here, it's safer than taking you with me" she said in a hushed voice. You sit up and watch her dash into the kitchen, hearing her talk to somebody working. You consider trying to hide or run, or you can wait for her to come back and retrieve you and the things she bought.
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