"You'll be taking the last a' those," Dorey confided. "I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they're never the same. I only have 'em now because they're from up north"--nauth--"and the growing season was late this year. They'd have been gone a week ago, if business hadn't been slow, but the price a' gas is so high, and no one's out day-cruisin' anyways when the wind's so mean. Think you can tough out the chill?" she asked, seeming impervious to it herself with her bare arms and legs. But Charlotte was still focused on hunger. "Maybe a couple of clams, too?" "You got 'em. Drive up top. I'll bring 'em out."