* 10 … STALL TACTIC * (03/12/2011)
The middle sibling steered her car into the business parking area right next to her older brother’s Caprice.
“Figures he would bring that one,” she muttered to herself as she turned her car off. She wasn’t exactly a big fan of older cars.
As she stepped out of her car, she began to wonder how the conversation with her younger brother would go. She knew she and her older brother needed to find out what was going on, but didn’t think they should push him too much. She was worried that the youngest would take offense and run back to Nashville without much explanation.
She shook herself out of her wild imagination and closed her car door. She hit the key FOB to lock it, though as she did so, she felt a little silly. This was, after all, small town America. Route 66 small town America at that. She knew she didn’t have to lock her car, but it had just become habit when she, her husband and children had lived in the “big city” … a habit she never had been able to shake. She hesitated for a second, but kept walking towards the building.
Before she went inside, she stopped and glanced around. It was a gorgeous morning … plenty of sunshine, nary a cloud in the sky, and comfortable temperatures. She had a feeling the business might see a number of people today. Weather like this always seemed to bring the visitors in droves. She loved how Route 66 still does that.
“We moved here to be closer to people,” her mother had told her once. At the time, she couldn’t understand that concept since the “big city” has far more people. But, over the years, she came to realize exactly what her mother meant. Now, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
She glanced around again, slowly this time … as if taking mental pictures to form a panorama of sorts. She’d done this before, of course, but this time, it was, subconsciously anyway, a stall tactic. She sighed deeply, took a third quick look around, eyed her car, then walked in the business’ front door.