She's on a roadtrip on her own once, at the end of the last summer Ben will spend at home (he gets a job on campus; it goes through summers and earns enough to pay for his apartment and his girlfriend). Redford Idaho, which is nostalgia--the simple kind.
Her Gas n' Sip cashier blanches, like he's seen a ghost. He's way too old to be afraid of her.
"Hi, Steve," she says.
"L--" he starts. "Lady. Hi, lady."
One of those, then. She pays for her Ho-Hos in cash. "Are those pickle chips?" she asks, and he nods. She asks for four.
"It's warm," he says. He looks so relieved.
Lisa smiles less convincingly and eyes the pickle chips. "Can't tell if that's a warning or an advertisement, Steve."
He startles, tripping down off some other plane. She knows the look. He hands her the sleeve of pickle chips and tells her she can keep the change.
He's the one who owes her. Lisa doesn't bother collecting, though. She has road, and sun, and Idaho.