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emembered how he'd felt seeing Winslow and the
postmistress sitting together in Pru's shop. Finally he
gave a brisk sigh. "The pedals have been especially
adjusted, you see, so you'll have to move the seat back
as far as you can. I took my booster chair off.
Unfortunately, Mrs. O'Neal has Ramona's car, or you
could take that because I'm afraid someone as tall as
you is going to look ridiculous folded up in this
roadster."
Abernathy reached again for the key. "Oh, don't
worry about that, Sammy."
"I don't," replied Mr. Smalter, leading the way up
the dark brick walk to the Victorian carriage house.
With an enthusiastic sense of destiny, two young
emergency van attendants (one of them brand-new at
the job) jolted onto Route 3 toward what they
assumed, from the fleet of fire trucks in the area, must
be a major disaster on the order of a supersonic jet
crashing on top of the house to which they had been
directed by Maynard Henry's anonymous call.
Slammed to a stop, the young men ran around an