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“I know,” Marty replied. “I,d just feel
better if you waited out here.”
He opened the driver's door and stepped out.
But before closing it, he pushed the door
lock down and looked at Julie with an
expression of deep concern.
“Lock the door. Go in the back.”
As strong willed as she was, Julie took
his words very seriously, being too afraid to
leave the RV and too terrified to be alone.
After smashing one of the glass doors,
Marty turned back toward the RV and found
Julie looking on in fear and concern. He
motioned for her to retreat into the back
bedroom then vanished into the department
store. With great hesitation, Julie got up
from the passenger’s seat and quickly
walked to the bedroom where she sat at the
head of the bed, clutching a pillow to her
chest. She sat silently, asking herself which
was worse, being alone on a forty foot storm
battered yacht at night or in an RV, parked
in front of an abandoned department store
during the rapidly encroaching daylight.
Meanwhile, Marty was moving through the
store at a steady jog, guided only the narrow
beam of the flashlight. The department store
was only one in a chain that spanned from
coast to coast. And he knew that, by and
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