His eyes shifted to the men. They stood at the front of the car watching him. Apprehension rose in him as he waited for the tank to fill. The pump registered seventeen gallons when the storekeeper hung the hose back on the pump and put the calp back on the tank. That'll be three dollars and six cents.
Gas goin' up every day.
Iceman was here yesterday. Roy's feeling of apprehension escalated. The hair seemed to stand on the back of his neck as the two men followed him out of the bright sunshine and into the store. His eyes met those of his wife in the back of the store where she was folding the clothes she had brought in from the line. The storekeeper moved down the counter and took a cardboard box filled with small paper packets from a shelf.