lydia could imagine her mom , talking on her cell phone while manning the register in the little store on site , calling out to her dad , who was probably helping some guest with an rv question , or teaching a child how to play pool in the table in the hall behind the main store , or riding past in one of his blue golf carts that roamed at an ever-safe five mph that had bedeviled her and her brothers ( we can run faster than those things , daddy ! ) .