Diana checked the time on her cell phone again—it was after nine. She was parked in front of the grocery store, and for the last ten minutes she’d waited on the sidewalk in front of the glass doors, walking in circles. Now, she leaned against the front of Jed’s truck, thankful the rain had tapered off. She looked up and down the empty street for Laura but saw no one. The young grocery clerk, the same one from yesterday, wearing the same white and orange uniform shirt, waved to Diana from the storefront window and then frowned. Diana waved back. The girl gestured at her, and Diana realized she was obviously wondering why she was standing outside the store as if she were a teenager, loitering.
Diana held her cell phone in her right hand. She glanced at the time again. It was almost nine twe
