It was a hot summer day. Clay was inside the supermarket, buying beer. I was standing outside, smoking a cigarette. A young girl came outside, with a sly attitude. There were two long rows of shopping carts, with a space between. She went down the space and hid.
Suddenly, an older woman walked through the automatic doors. She was beyond freaked out. I said, “Little girl? She’s behind the shopping carts.”
It was the most sincere, “Thank you,” I’ve ever heard.