As a younger woman she’d worked retail for years. Everybody who worked the counter had a say in what got ordered Sarah Jane, who owned the place, had implemented this system when she took over from the previous owner.
He’d circled its title when the distributor’s catalog was making the rounds about a year ago. Jeremy reached for the tape he recognized it. “There’s something on this one,” she said. She didn’t set her tape down instead, she held it in her hand, chest-high, a little away from her body. Stephanie waited as Bob made his way slowly past the shelves and out the door before stepping up to the counter. Membership cards were really a formality at this point, but Jeremy let him show it anyway. His card was one of the old laminated ones it had gone yellow at the edges. Bob eventually dug his Video Hut membership card out from behind his driver’s license and signed for the tapes. “We used to go out for bluegill in the winter.” Men in his family always talked about fishing.
“Ever get up to Hickory Grove?” Jeremy asked him. “They get smallmouth, they have to throw half of them back.” “This one’s a real good one,” he said, tapping Best of Bass Fishing Volume Four. When he made conversation these days he sounded like a farmer at an auction waiting for the bidding to start. There weren’t a lot of opportunities to meet people. But he’d sold the family home after his wife died, and the Collins place was pretty remote. People talked a little about him, out there all by himself it was hoped he’d remarry. If he still hunted or fished, it wasn’t with anybody he’d known back when he lived in town: nobody really knew what Bob did with his time. Stephanie Parsons was in line behind him Jeremy could see her back there, looking mildly anxious, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.īob spent most of the year by himself in a farmhouse on a property he owned outside Collins. He stopped in sometimes on his way home from the co-op any tapes he rented he’d keep for a week.
A little cleared space off to the side of the counter was good enough.īob Pietsch was renting Advanced Big Game and Best of Bass Fishing Volume Four today he stood there now, at the counter, patient, semimonolithic. Some stores had slots in the counter that dropped into a big bin, but Nevada was a small town. With a few variations, this silent pass was the unwritten protocol at video rental stores around the U.S. Sometimes they’d give a wordless nod or raise their eyebrows a little to make sure they’d been seen. People usually didn’t say anything when they returned their tapes to the Video Hut: in a single and somewhat graceful movement, they’d approach the counter, slide the tapes toward whoever was stationed behind the register, and wheel back toward the door.
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