I see summerpeoplefrom Warrington's, the men dressed in whiteflanneh,two women in long tennis dresses still carrying their rackets. I fell in love. Suppose there had beena truck coming from the other direction? Coming around that curve, andcoming too fast?A vehicle did come around it, a pickup of the type no tourist everdrives. The garage was making good money and old man Vogel was going to give up the livery-stable and retire.
No way, I said. Except I do. People who talk in that dead, affectless way are, by andlarge, frightened people. There was a loud wooden crunch, like a door being slammedhard enough to splinter, and Jo wailed.
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