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    By the time she got back to the cabin she was already yawning. She flicked off the lights and climbed into bed. It was really very quiet out here, she thought to herself as drowsiness overtook her and she drifted off to sleep. So quiet, and maybe a little lonely, if she let it be that way.

4
    Morning found Sarah ravenously hungry. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch on the road, and she was seriously jonesing for a cup of coffee. A glance out the window established that the weather was sunny and looking warm, so she left her sweater behind and went out the door. Her first thought was to climb in behind the wheel of her car, but on second thought Sarah laced on her Nikes and started off down the road on foot. She had nowhere that she had to be right now, so she might as well take her time and get a feel for the town.
    At first Sarah worried she might get lost, but then she noticed that she could hear the sound of traffic in the city center and she only had to keep heading in the right direction. There was no sidewalk, but the shoulder was generous and was flanked by a wide strip of grass and dirt for her to walk on without needing to worry about a car running her down. The weather was nice, and it felt good to be out walking after such a long time in the car the day before. Sarah looked up through the branches of the trees, enjoying the patches of blue sky and white clouds that flashed through the deep green of the pine needles.
    It wasn’t long before she arrived in the business section of town, and not long after that she found herself in front of a diner. It was exactly the sort of place she was expecting it to be: wood-panel walls, slices of cherry pie on the counter in a display case, fluorescent lights overhead and a waitress who looked like she had stepped out of a movie or television show, complete with a pink-and-white uniform and a brisk, industrious air. With a smile Sarah walked through the door and took a seat at the counter.
    “What can I do you for?” the waitress asked, bustling up with a pot of coffee in her hand.  
    “The coffee will be good for starters,” Sarah replied, her attention already focusing on the tantalizing aromas coming from the pot. It was probably just drip coffee, and it would almost certainly be bitter, but it was still a lot better than nothing. “After that, breakfast. What do you recommend?”
    The waitress filled her cup, set a small pot of cream next to it, and leaned over the counter to look Sarah up and down. “Well, let’s see. If you were a local I’d recommend the pancakes, because we’ve got some nice blueberries this morning and they’re delicious. But you don’t look like much of a pancake sort of girl. So how about fresh fruit and a pastry?”
    Sarah was wondering what made her look like something other than a pancake sort of girl when her stomach gave a loud growl and she laughed. “I guess my stomach likes the sound of it. Fruit and pastry it is. But, ummm, is the pastry fresh?” She hoped the question didn’t sound rude, but the waitress didn’t look offended. If it was a rude question, it must be one that she was used to hearing.  
    “Fresh this morning, from the bakery just down the street. You’ll like it, Dan’s breads are a beauty to behold – and even better to eat!” With that she was off, breezing off to freshen the coffee of the other patrons and exchange a few words here and there with the regulars.
    Sarah focused on her coffee for a while, enjoying the aroma as much as the flavor. With surprise she noted that the coffee was not bitter at all, and in fact was one of the better cups she’d had in a while. She usually ordered a latte when she got coffee, and it wasn’t because she loved the extra calories, it was because – as much as she loved coffee – she often found it unpleasantly bitter, while the steamed milk balanced the flavor. This cup, though, was so smooth that she didn’t feel it needed the cream.  
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