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chose." Fortunately she was looking out the window at
the time and so was not frozen by the Gorgonian stare
Mrs. Ransom gave her.
"Excuse me, is the rest room back there? Ah, yes,
excuse me, Tracy." Saar bumped his way hurriedly to
the back of the car.
"Why did he take his briefcase with him to the
toilet?" asked Evelyn dreamily. Receiving no reply from
Priss, she began to take the quiz on an advertisement in
front of her to find out if she was one of the millions
who didn't know they were suffering from alcoholism.
The toilet was engaged. Saar waited until finally,
after much rattling, the bolt slid back to VACANT.
And after further jiggling of the knob, the door opened.
Out squeezed Father Sloan Highwick's affable face,
rosy above the tight black collar and the stunningly
white clerical suit he wore in the summer months.
"Walter." He beamed.
"Where are you off to? I'm going to see my mother.
Wish I could join you, but I mustn't. The smoke, you
understand. An old man's eyes."
"Here, let me," offered Saar. He slid back the