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point she had been driving toward all along. It had to be about her. The
clutch of fear returned, redoubled, making her stomach spasm.

A truck rumbled behind her on the driveway, heading toward the fishery
and the plant room. A few minutes later Maria approached her, pushing a
bicycle. Virgil was supervising the shipments, she said, and Winnie
couldn't remember for a moment what she had wanted to bring up with
them.

"Seven okay with you?" she asked.

"Sure. No problem."

She thought Maria was eyeing her curiously, and she remembered. "Oh,
yes. No white. It makes too much glare."

Maria nodded. "Blue jeans, blue shirt. I'll even wear shoes," she added,
laughing.

Winnie stood up and said, "Blue's good," she said.

"See you in the morning." She knew she sounded brusque, and seemed
unable to think of anything to say to soften it. She started toward the
house, and Maria got on her bicycle and pedaled toward East Shasta half
a mile away..

The truck left before Winnie reached the veranda, and Virgil came
running from the fishery, carrying a sheaf of papers. She stopped
walking to wait for him.

"Where's Maria? I thought you'd be talking." "She went home, I guess. I
told her no white clothes, that's about all I had to say." A few steps
short of the veranda, she suddenly took his arm and steered him away
from the house. "Virgil, what's wrong with Grandpa?

What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" he demanded, but a hidden expression came over his
face, and for a moment he looked so much like their father, it gave her
a jolt.

"I don't know. That's what I want to find out. Something's going on with
Grandpa, isn't there?"

He looked down at the papers he was carrying, copies of the orders they
had filled, and then he looked past her toward the house, and at last he
said, "Yeah. Something, and I don't know what it is. He hired a
detective."

"For heaven's sake, why?"