Time Out of Joint [antikvár]

IFrom the cold-storage locker at the rear of the store, Victor Nielson wheeled a cart of winter potatoes to the vegetable section of the produce department. In the almost empty bin he began dropping the new spuds, inspecting every tenth one for split skin and rot. One big spud dropped to the floor and he bent to pick it up; as he did so he saw past the check-out stands, the registers and displays of cigars and candy bars, through the wide glass doors and on to the street. A few pedestrians walked along the sidewalk, and along the street itself he caught the flash of sunlight from the fender of a Volkswagen as it left the store's parking lot.'Was that my wife?' he asked Liz, the formidable Texas girl who was the checker on duty.'Not that I know of,' Liz said, ringing up two cartons of milk and a package of groimd lean beef. The elderly customer at the check-out stand reached into his coat pocket for his wallet.'I'm expecting her to drop by,' Vic said. 'Let me know when she does.' Margo was supposed to take Sammy, their ten-year-old, to the dentist for x-rays. Since this was April - income tax time - the savings account was unusually low, and he dreaded the results of the x-rays.Unable to endure the waiting, he walked over to the pay phone by the canned-soup shelf, dropped a dime in, dialled.'Hello,' Margo's voice came.'Did you take him down?'Margo said hectically, 'I had to phone Dr Miles and postpone it. About lunchtime I remembered that this is the day Anne Rubenstein and I have to take that petition over to the Board of Health; it has to be filed with them today, because the contracts are being let now, according to what we hear.''What petition?' he said.'To force the city to clear away those three empty lots of old5