Michael Malone - Weebly

Judith let out a slow breath. "Some of their owners
left them behind. They scavenge at the trailer park."
"Ah, they've really frightened you."
Judith made herself take ordinary breaths.
"Something like that would scare me to death." The
midget smiled. "'Nature red in tooth and claw.' Let me
drive you to the post office; were you headed there?
No. I insist. I'll turn around."
"Then my playing hooky is transformed into a good
deed. Come on now, if you think you can squeeze into
this little sewing machine case of mine." Mr. Smalter
opened the door for Mrs. Haig. She folded herself into
the little seat of his MG. She was a tall woman, and her
legs made a long curve to the floorboard; she clasped
her hands over her dress at her knees. The car, even
open, smelled of leather and of the pipes that stuck out
of its ashtray. There was an intense intimacy in the
smells, and in the act of entering this car, this private
space long familiar to a stranger. The feeling startled
Judith. Had the top closed over them, the invasion
would have been worse, indeed, impossible for her.
"I hope you're not too uncomfortable," said Mr.