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She
turned
the
key
.
The
Chevette
's
engine
roared
into
life
.
The
truck
driver
slammed
the
hood
down
and
came
around
to
her
window
,
wiping
his
hands
on
a
big
blue
handkerchief
.
He
had
a
pleasant
,
ruddy
face
.
A
Dysart
's
Truck-Stop
cap
was
tilted
back
on
his
head
.
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
"
Rachel
said
,
on
the
verge
of
tears
.
"
I
just
did
n't
know
what
I
was
going
to
do
.
"
"
Aw
,
a
kid
could
have
fixed
that
,
"
the
trucker
said
.
"
But
it
was
funny
.
Never
seen
something
like
that
go
wrong
on
such
a
new
car
,
anyway
.
"
"
Why
?
What
was
it
?
"
"
One
of
your
battery
cables
come
right
off
.
Was
n't
nobody
frigging
with
it
,
was
there
?
"
"
No
,
"
Rachel
said
,
and
she
thought
again
of
that
feeling
she
'd
had
,
that
feeling
of
running
into
the
rubber
band
of
the
world
's
biggest
slingshot
.
"
Must
have
jogged
her
loose
just
ridin
along
,
I
guess
.
But
you
wo
n't
have
no
more
trouble
with
your
cables
anyway
.
I
tightened
em
up
real
good
.
"
"
Could
I
give
you
some
money
?
"
Rachel
asked
timidly
.
The
trucker
roared
with
laughter
.
"
Not
me
,
lady
,
"
he
said
.
"
Us
guys
are
the
knights
of
the
road
,
remember
?
"
She
smiled
.
"
Well
...
thank
you
.
"
