The sun is down, yet that ring of perspiration around your shirt collar and forming a wet "v" down to your belly button is still growing. It's hot. The sun is down but the heat is still radiating off the dirt and the gravel.
All you want is cool air but you can tell by the slowly spinning 1930's 9-inch Woolworth fan placed at one end of the cafe counter top that it's not cool in there, even if someone back in the sixties or seventies DID paint the words "Air Conditioned" with icicles running down the bottom of the letters on the glass by the door. You know it's not air conditioned. You can see the big, rusted-out air conditioner stripped down to fifty different parts and strewn along the side of the cafe.
It's too hot to eat anyway, you say to yourself and crank your ignition. Your car protests, but starts. You crackle/crunch out of the parking lot and wheel back on to the squishy, heat-softened asphalt, looking for a place of coolness, a motel maybe, where each room has that long narrow heater/air conditioner thing set into the wall below the single window.
Wait! What is that next to the Dairy Queen? That building? Can it be? Is that what you think it is?
End, Part 3
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