Chapter 4
There was only one register at the front, manned by a middle-aged man with a round, red face and thin, graying hair. “Afternoon,” the man said. “Help you find anything?”
“Uh,” Andy said. He’d come in here for something, and he was going to remember it as soon as—Oh, right. “You got anything to drink? Soda or juice or something?”
“Sure, there’s a cooler just there.” The guy gestured laconically toward the wall. “Hot out there today, ain’t it?”
Why was he still talking? Andy managed a half-smile and trudged over to the cooler. Oh, juice, thank God. He pulled out a bottle, not even caring what flavor it was. He cracked it and started chugging it without even closing the cooler door.