Мгла

           AllofasuddenIverybadlydidn’twanttobeinit.Butitwasmovingagain,anditseemedfoolishtoleavenow.Wehadgottendownbythecartonsofcigarettes.

           SomeonepushedthroughtheINdoor,someteenager.Ithinkitwasthekidwealmosthitcomingin,theoneontheYamahawithnohelmet."Thefog!"heyelled."Y’oughtaseethefog!It’srollingrightupKansasRoad!"Peoplelookedaroundathim.Hewaspanting,asifhehadrunalongdistance.Nobodysaidanything."Well,y’oughtaseeit,"herepeated,soundingdefensivethistime.Peopleeyedhimandsomeofthemshuffled,butnoonewantedtolosehisorherplaceinline.Afewpeoplewhohadn’treachedthelinesyetlefttheircartsandstrolledthroughtheemptycheckoutlanestoseeiftheycouldseewhathewastalkingabout.Abigguyinasummerhatwithapaisleyband(thekindofhatyoualmostneverseeexceptinbeercommercialswithbackyardbarbecuesastheirsettings)yankedopentheOUTdoorandseveralpeople-ten,maybeadozen-wentoutwithhim.Thekidwentalong.

           "Don’tletoutalltheairconditioning,"oneofthearmykidscracked,andtherewereafewchuckles.Iwasn’tchuckling.Ihadseenthemistcomingacrossthelake.

           "Billy,whydon’tyougohavealook?"Nortonsaid.

           "No,"Isaidatonce,fornoconcretereason.

           Thelinemovedforwardagain.Peoplecranedtheirnecks,lookingforthefogthekidhadmentioned,buttherewasnothingonviewexceptbright-bluesky.Iheardsomeonesaythatthekidmusthavebeenjoking.