We discover who their group is where they are waiting for their return. It’s a row of vehicles parked deep along a dirt trail in the wooded area behind the store. A few cars and a very southern Jeep hold passengers with weary eyes and clamped lips. If this is their “welcome wagon” I would hate to see their “angry townsfolk” routine. Collin and the man who had earlier introduced himself as Terrence exit from their car, heading into the line of stone-faced watchers. I watch their brief exchange with the others and squirm a little, rethinking my decision, as their heads turn toward us. “Why did you tell them you were a nurse back at the store, Ginjer?” I look to the woman beside me trying to remove myself from the stares. “I never said how good of a nurse I was.” She shrugs with this comment, watching the crowd in front of us. “I think they are expecting a pretty decent nurse.”
