fail。 It was a possibility; wasnt it? She hadnt started the car once
all week。
But it coughed to life at the first turn; and hummed smoothly as it
warmed。 Which left only one thing left to do。
She was about to climb from the car when that one thing rounded the
house。 〃You werent going to leave without saying good…bye; were you?〃
he asked; bending to talk through the open window of the car。
〃I was just going to e and find you。〃
〃Do you have all your stuff。?〃
〃Uh…huh。 I left the rest of the apple pie for you。〃
His eyes sparkled warmly。 〃Thanks。 You do make a good one; even though
your coffee is still too weak。〃
〃Then youll be glad to be rid of me。〃 She smiled wryly。 〃When do you
leave?〃
〃Later today。〃
〃Oh。〃 What else to say? His fingers curved over the window ledge。 They
were strong fingers; nice ones。
〃Will you be back up here at all?〃 he asked quietly。
She shrugged。 〃I dont know。 I havent thought too far ahead。 Its been
a good week; though。 Im sorry to be leaving。〃
〃It wasnt all that bad; was it?〃 He seemed suddenly hesitant。 〃Look;〃
he began tentatively; 〃Ill be ing up the week before Thanksgiving。
Kind of to give myself a boost before the holidays。 Keep it in mind。〃 He
stopped short of an open invitation; but the implication was there。
It struck her that she would probably want a boost herself。 〃Ill
remember。〃 She cleared her throat。 〃Well; good…bye; then。〃
He smiled; hit the ledge once; and pushed himself straight。 〃Safe trip。〃
When he stepped away; she put the car in reverse; backed around; and
headed for the road; all the time thinking that she might have liked a
kiss。 It was a whimsical thought。 Not so whimsically; his lank image
shrank steadily in the rearview mirror。 When the car took a curve and he
disappeared; she narrowed her sights on reality and New York。
How different the road looked this time around。 Parched brown leaves
blanketed the ground; forests of bare branches joined evergreens in a
blur of gray…green on distant hills。 Mountains stood stark; more harsh
without greenery on their slopes。 Leaf peepers had long since gone home
to city beat and thoughts of Thanksgiving; barely two weeks away。
Those thoughts had precipitated Annes trip; or so she told herself as
she drove steadily north。 On one hand; things had improved in New York。
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