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carried the rough edge of a local pickup truck。

〃Mrs。 Boulton?〃 barked a gruff voice。 The stocky form of a farmer; clad

in heavy wool jacket; baggy overalls; and aged work boots; stepped from

the cab of the truck and strode toward her。

〃Yes?〃 She didnt recognize the man。

〃Gut a message for ya。 From a fella named Cooper。 Phoned the police

station。 Sorry for the delay。〃 He handed the crumpled paper into Annes

outstretched hand; touched a callused hand to his caps bill; climbed

back in his truck; and was gone。

Nervously she unfolded the paper。 The scrawl was nearly illegible。

〃Unavoidable delay。 Mitch arriving Sunday night。 Miles Cooper。〃

With a tired sigh she cast a glance down the empty road。 Another whole

day to wait。 Unavoidable delay。 She wondered what that meant but it

didnt keep her awake that night。 Exhausted from the night before; she

slept deeply。

Sunday brought rain; and a dark; gloomy day。 Anne went out for a walk

anyway; did a crossword puzzle; sat at the window for what seemed hours。

By midafternoon; she was champing at the bit。 With neither cleaning nor

baking left to do; she did some translating。 When she finally heard a

distant car; the dim light of day had long since yielded to night。 But

the growing purr was familiar。 Without doubt; it was the Honda。

Excited; she opened the front door。 It seemed an eternity before he

finally climbed from the car; wrested his bags from the trunk; and

bolted through the rain toward the house。 When he brushed past her

without a direct glance; she knew something was wrong。

She closed the door on the rawness of the night; and turned to see him

drop the bags; throw off his overcoat; and head for the fire; all

without a word。 Unsure; she sank down on the sofa and waited。

The man reached out to her both physically and emotionally。 He wore a

beige sweater and brown corduroy slacks; and looked as strong and fit as

ever。 But it was the fatigue; suggested by his bent head and the limp

hand in his pocket; that made the greatest impression on her。 She ached

to help; but she feared rebuff。 So she remained silent。

For a time; frowning at the fire; Mitch seemed oblivious to her

presence。 Needing to make some small gesture; she went quietly to the

kitchen and returned with a mug of strong black coffee。

〃Have something hot; Mitch。 It was a long drive。〃

He looked at her so suddenly that she knew his mind had been miles away。

Without a word of either greeting or explanation; he accepted the cup

and returned to his brooding。 Again Anne waited; fearing what was wrong;

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