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"
She
’
s
asleep
.
"
He
walked
to
the
door
.
"
Here
I
am
!
"
he
called
.
"
Hello
,
Genevieve
!
"
The
town
lay
in
double
moonlit
silence
.
Somewhere
a
wind
flapped
a
canvas
awning
.
He
swung
the
glass
door
wide
and
stepped
in
.
"
Hey
!
"
He
laughed
uneasily
.
"
Don
’
t
hide
!
I
know
you
’
re
here
!
"
He
searched
every
booth
.
He
found
a
tiny
handkerchief
on
the
floor
.
It
smelled
so
good
he
almost
lost
his
balance
.
"
Genevieve
,
"
he
said
.
He
drove
the
car
through
the
empty
streets
but
saw
nothing
.
"
If
this
is
a
practical
joke
…
"
He
slowed
the
car
.
"
Wait
a
minute
.
We
were
cut
off
.
Maybe
she
drove
to
Marlin
Village
while
I
was
driving
here
!
She
probably
took
the
old
Sea
Road
.
We
missed
each
other
during
the
day
.
How
’
d
she
know
I
’
d
come
get
her
?
I
didn
’
t
say
I
would
.
And
she
was
so
afraid
when
the
phone
died
that
she
rushed
to
Marlin
Village
to
find
me
!
And
here
I
am
,
by
God
,
what
a
fool
I
am
!
"
Giving
the
horn
a
blow
,
he
shot
out
of
town
.
