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"Well, nice meeting you," Cassy said to Nancy. Then turning to Jonathan she said: "Thanks again for today."

"It was nothing," Jonathan insisted.

Cassy half skipped, half ran up to where Beau had pulled to the curb.

Jonathan watched her go, mesmerized by the motion of her buttocks beneath her thin cotton dress.

"Well, am I giving you a ride home or not?" Nancy questioned to break the spell. She was becoming concerned again that there was something going on she didn't know about.

Jonathan climbed into the front of the car after carefully depositing his laptop on the backseat.

"What was she thanking you for?" Nancy asked as they pulled away. She could see Cassy getting into a utility vehicle driven by an attractive male her own age. Nancy's concerns melted again. It was tough raising a teenager: one minute proud, the next concerned. It was an emotional roller coaster for which Nancy felt unequipped.

Jonathan shrugged. "Like I said, it was nothing."

"Good grief," Nancy said, frustrated. "Getting even a modicum of information from you reminds me of that saying about squeezing water out of a rock."

"Gimme a break," Jonathan said. As they drove past the black 4X4 he stole another glance at Cassy. She was sitting in the vehicle, talking with the driver.

"You look terrible," Cassy said. She was twisted in the seat so she could look directly into Beau's face. He was paler than she'd ever seen him. Perspiration stood on his forehead like tiny cabochon topazes. His eyes were red and rheumy.

"Thanks for the compliment," Beau said.

"Really," Cassy said. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know," Beau said. He covered his mouth while he coughed. "It came on me just before my marketing class, and it's getting worse. I guess I got the flu. You know, muscle aches, sore throat, runny nose, headache, the works."

Cassy stretched out her hand and felt his sweaty brow. "You're hot," she said.

"Funny because I feel cold," Beau said. "I've been having shivers. I even got into bed, but as soon as I was under the covers, I felt hot and kicked them off."

"You should have stayed in bed," Cassy said. "I could have bummed a ride with one of the other student teachers."

"There was no way to get in touch with you," Beau said.

"Men," Cassy voiced as she got out of the car. "You guys never want to admit when you're sick."

"Where are you going?" Beau questioned.

Cassy didn't answer. Instead she walked around the front of the car and opened Beau's door. "Shove over," she said. "I'm driving."

"I can drive," Beau said.

"No arguments," Cassy said. "Move!"

Beau didn't have the energy to protest. Besides, he knew it was probably best even though he wouldn't admit it.

Cassy put the car in gear. At the corner she turned right instead of left.