support for each other that didnât require words. Just a steady accumulation of days in each otherâs company.
âOne more thing,â he said.
Here it comes, she thought. Now heâd say something heartfelt, something about how he, too, remembered their daily interactions back in Ackerâs Gap, and missed the camaraderie of a shared purpose. Missed, even, the impossible hours and the constant frustrations.
âNo charge for the paper clip,â he said.
She gave him a brief wave to acknowledge the levity.
The front part of the store, when she rounded the corner and returned to it, was a different place now, with all three cash registers going full tilt, with lines of customers snaking around the racks and bins, waiting to pay for gas and gum and coffee and lottery tickets and peanuts and candy bars and sunglasses and cigarettes. Bell moved in a haze, preoccupied by her memories of previous mornings with Nick Fogelsong, work mornings, mornings when theyâd felt the weight of the world but never really minded it because each had the other one right there, ready to take up the slack when one of them grew weary. The past was a tricky bastard. It called and called to youâand when you turned around and tried to grasp it, it disappeared.
Reaching the double glass doors, she took a quick look back at the busy store. She was mildly surprised to see the fat manâthe one whoâd walked in just ahead of her, the one in the green plaid coat and the cap with the oval Peterbilt logoâstill on the premises. Must be stocking up. He stood at the start of the soft drink aisle, shoulders hunched, hands in his pockets, apparently torn by an existential dilemma regarding two-liter plastic jugs of Dr Pepper: diet or regular? The only visible motion came from his jaw, as it grappled with a bountiful plug of snuff, and his eyes, which roved restlessly.
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