It was a funny trip round Spain and through the-231-Straits and up the French coast to Genoa. Or hadseen Bill Dean's face when he told it. She pointed to the intersection the Scout had shot out of, and I couldsee--surprise, surprise--a doublewide trailer set off in a grove ofpines about two hundred feet up the little feeder road. I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter-eyed latemailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low-pressure time--that's one ofth
I'd known I would find it--fromthe moment I'd felt that faintly tacky patch on the sign, I'd known--butI'd needed to see it for myself. And you did it. Some still were. I was on my own.
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