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Violet glanced around as she waited, but she didn’t recognize anyone. It was late summer and high time for tourist season, so on any given day, half the people she saw were visitors. She loved that she was getting settled enough to feel like she was part of the community here and not a visitor from a strange land. Coming from New York, she’d felt a bit out of place at first. When she reached the front of the line, she glanced up and grinned. “Hey Cammi! Is there ever a day you’re not here?” she asked. Cammi looked up, a warm smile stretching across her face. “I get the whole winter off, so I make up for it all summer,” she replied. Cammi owned and ran Red Truck Coffee. With her short honey brown hair in a pixie cut, bright blue eyes and tendency to dress in flowing skirts and blouses, Cam