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station."
They stood in the middle of the sidewalk.
Abernathy squinted into the sun. "Tracy," he called.
"Thank you for getting her."
Quickly Mrs. Canopy joined them to help out. "Oh,
no trouble.
I was just potting. See." She held out her hands
with a laugh. "What a messy hobby! Otto thought I had
some dread disease a minute ago."
"I'm sorry I inconvenienced you. I gave Pru a ride
home,"
Winslow began to explain. He felt in his jacket
pocket for his pipe.
"She closed early. She and Mrs. Haig here at the
post office, they're trying to help a girl who's working
for Pru. Her husband's in jail."
Abernathy took out his pipe, then put it back in his
pocket. He buttoned all the buttons on his jacket,
caught himself, and unbuttoned them.
"What a shame," said Tracy. "Oh, that pretty girl
from Vietnam?"
"Yes. It's a bit complicated, I'm afraid." He turned