A car pulled up outside the shack. Headlights shone across the wall, then the sound of engine idling came to her ears. She pocketed the phone and went back to stocking a shelf, one eye on the door. The car’s exhaust fumes rose up into view through the window. Pausing to listen, she heard the pipes and the wind off the ocean, then turning tires on gravel, and the rumble of the car driving away.
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