Jim pushed open the back door of the Benbow Inn as the delivery truck pulled up. The driver's door flung open and the delivery girl, Kayley, jumped down. Kayley and her mother owned a farm a few miles outside of the city and Jim's mother only ordered her produce and eggs from them. Kayley was eighteen, the same age as Jim, and the two of them have been best friends since his mother became their client ten years ago.
"Right on time," Jim told her.
"Always." Kayley unlocked the hatch of the truck and slid it open.
There were several crates of various vegetables stacked in the back of the truck....
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