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I
turned
around
so
fast
I
almost
fell
down
.
It
was
my
friend
Elaine
Connelly
.
Her
eyes
widened
and
she
put
out
her
hands
,
as
if
to
catch
me
.
Lucky
for
her
I
caught
my
balance
;
Elaine
's
arthritis
is
terrible
,
and
I
probably
would
have
broken
her
in
two
like
a
dry
stick
if
I
'd
fallen
into
her
arms
.
Romance
does
n't
die
when
you
pass
into
the
strange
country
that
lies
beyond
eighty
,
but
you
can
forget
the
Gone
with
the
Wind
crap
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
to
startle
you
.
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
I
said
,
and
gave
her
a
feeble
smile
.
"
It
's
a
better
wake-up
than
a
faceful
of
cold
water
.
I
should
hire
you
to
do
it
every
morning
.
"
"
You
were
looking
for
his
car
,
were
n't
you
?
Dolan
's
car
.
"
There
was
no
sense
kidding
her
about
it
,
so
I
nodded
.
"
I
wish
I
could
be
sure
he
's
over
in
the
west
wing
.
I
'd
like
to
slip
out
for
a
little
while
,
but
I
do
n't
want
him
to
see
me
.
"
She
smiled
--
a
ghost
of
the
teasing
imp
's
smile
she
must
have
had
as
a
girl
.
"
Nosy
bastard
,
is
n't
he
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
He
's
not
in
the
west
wing
,
either
.
I
've
already
been
down
to
breakfast
,
sleepyhead
,
and
I
can
tell
you
where
he
is
,
because
I
peeked
.
He
's
in
the
kitchen
.
"
I
looked
at
her
,
dismayed
.
I
had
known
Dolan
was
curious
,
but
not
how
curious
.
