’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Back to Blaye, my girl. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking someone who you were. Again he rushed. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old who was known for serving detentions at meter maid frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science Department. Once more he was the searcher. ‘Where was I? Oh yes. “Will you help me?” he asked. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment.
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