“Ice is water, Einstein,” I
told (15 to tell) him.
I went (16 to go) for a bag, and realized (17 to realize) they’re a lot heavier than I had anticipated.
“Help me!” Together Garrett and I heaved one bag of ice after another into our cart, until it
was piled as high as it could get. By now other people have taken (18 to take) notice, have crowded (19 to crowd) the ice case, beginning to empty it.
The cart was ridiculously heavy, and almost impossible to push—especially with a bad wheel. Then, as we struggled/were struggling (20 to struggle) with the cart, the jammed wheel scraping across the concrete floor, a man in a business suit came up (21 to come up) behind us. He smiled (22 to smile).