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announce that the next hour would be devoted to an uninterrupted playing
of the best of the Tijuana Brass.

He turned off the radio.

The windshield wipers, which heтАЩd been meaning to replace, were
making that strange keening noise again while slapping away at the pelting
rain.

A huge flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the tree-lined stretch of
road and he saw the young woman.

She was standing at the side of the lane, slim in a white raincoat and
green scarf and holding a small yellow polka dot umbrella over her head.

He slowed, stopped alongside her and lowered his window halfway.
тАЬTrouble?тАЭ he called out into the rain.

She came hurrying over to his car. тАЬNothing serious. If it wasnтАЩt for this
darn storm, I could walk home.тАЭ

тАЬCar break down?тАЭ He asked, although there was no sign of an
automobile.

Nodding, she pointed toward the woodlands beyond the narrow road.
тАЬYes, itтАЩs parked up in the cemetery,тАЭ she answered. тАЬWonтАЩt start.тАЭ

тАЬThe Old New Beckford Burying Ground?тАЭ

She smiled. тАЬSounds strange, I know,тАЭ she said. тАЬBut IтАЩm an artist and
I was sitting in my car sketching some of the old eighteenth-century
gravestones and crypts.тАЭ

тАЬWell, get in,тАЭ he invited. тАЬIтАЩll drive you home.тАЭ

She walked around the front of his car, folded up the umbrella and
settled into the passenger seat. тАЬI donтАЩt suppose youтАЩd want to take a look
at my car?тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs about all IтАЩm capable of doing, looking,тАЭ he admitted. тАЬRepairs
are beyond me.тАЭ

She smiled again. тАЬIтАЩll call my garage when I get home,тАЭ she said. тАЬMy
nameтАЩs Sara Bardsley.тАЭ

тАЬPaul Sanson.тАЭ

тАЬOh, the writer?тАЭ

As he commenced driving again, he glanced over at her. тАЬYouтАЩve