I shelter under the awning in front of the closed store while Katie and her father stand expectantly a door down and wait for the portly guy in the t-shirt. Cold water drips from the vinyl and the spattering, misty rain keeps coming down, so I zip my jacket a little higher and shiver a little.
The proprietor goes back into his store, hooks the curved handle of a cheap black umbrella on one finger off a display in the front window of his store, and comes back out to hand it to Katie's dad.
Katie and her dad both try to hand the guy some money, but, after a short, friendly scuffle, dad ends up paying while Katie ruefully tucks a few bills back into her wallet, and then the three of us walk off into the rain.
One year ago: Spring Cold
Two years ago: Ouija Doge
Three years ago: Good Intentions
Four years ago: Final Day Before Vacation