Waving it off
Before Megan could dwell much longer on it, he climbed briskly into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. The old truck coughed, belching a puff of smoke into the hot afternoon air. Megan raised a hand in a halfhearted wave, trying to offer some gesture of friendliness. But he never looked back. Without hesitation, he shifted into gear, pulled smoothly out of the crowded flea market lot, and disappeared down the busy street.
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