"I just need to run in the store for a minute to grab a few things."
She watched him as he stepped out and shut the door. She smiled and admired the boyish spring in his step as he walked around the front of the truck and into the convenient store.
It was a hot, sticky day and the truck's air conditioner blew icy cold against her sweaty skin, making her clammy and uncomfortable.
She turned it off.
The sun was low in the sky and the light was failing, though the heat lingered. People came and went, but she saw no sign of her husband.
She turned the air conditioner back on.
It started raining as darkness fell. She sat patiently in the cab of the truck watching the shapes of the raindrops as they slid down the windows.
A little drop would run down slowly, then meet another, and another, and another, until they joined into a single big drop which would slide quickly down, leaving a smooth, dry line of glass in its wake.
I heard they turned it into a hardware store a few years back.