At sporadic intervals a bell rings to signal arrival of another customer to the donut shop but no one enters. Each time it happens the cashier stares through bulletproof glass at the solitary patron who lingers inside his establishment, wondering what she could possibly be doing to trigger the motion sensor. Aside from taking occasional sips of coffee the woman barely seems to move. Once again he follows her eyes to an abandoned motel across the street and tries to fathom why she stays so fixated upon the dilapidated structure. Stagnation hangs over the All-American Lodge like a shroud. It... Show more