March 8, 2010
Terry purchased a hot dog from the vendor. She was reading a Patricia Cornwell novel. He had the money ready before she told him the amount and watched as she slid her fingers under the dollar bill and placed her thumb on top of the quarter. She put the money in the register and tilted the tip bucket toward him and said no tips today yet. The vendor looked tired and a little moody so they chatted briefly about books and careers. Outside it smelled like faint lemon and cool pavement. Streaks of water lied everywhere by the shopping carts.