Michael Malone - Weebly

"I know that, I've ridden double a lot."
"Okay then, hang on to me."
"You hang on to me."
"Jeez, women's lib!"
This sarcasm made Polly smile. She'd always felt
liberated, but couldn't recall anyone's ever having called
her a woman before.
Orchid O'Neal had crossed Elizabeth Circle to
clean up Mrs. Troyes's house, so Ramona Dingley
answered Polly's ring herself.
"Hello. Step in. Turning a bit warmer. May rain.
Good of you to come. Must wonder what I'm up to."
Then the wide black figure disappeared as her
wheelchair took an abrupt left turn. Seconds later it shot
backwards into the hall again. "In here." The chair
vanished.
With some trepidation Polly followed it into a room
that far surpassed what Father Fields had described as
"very interesting." She quickly decided that it would be
less offensive to stare at the stuffed animals than at the
religious statuary, and so she did.
"Creepy, ain't it?" her hostess asked with, Polly was