Shh

As they are loading the car, a large bus-type RV covered in dark-smoked glass towing a matching trailer pulls past them into the lot and parks right up near the entrance to the store, nearly blocking it. As soon as it stops a handful of people emerge from the side door. Two of them wearing lab coats. The other three grab grocery carts and rush into the store, followed by the people in white smocks. “What do you suppose that’s about?” asks Louis. “I don’t know.” Cindy replies, with bedroom eyes. With that Louis forgets about the RV and the trailer and they head straight to his place, unload groceries, crack a few beers, and start to get cozy with each other on the futon in his living room.