Sharon took out a cigarette and pressed the dashboard lighter; then she remembered it didn’t work and lit the cigarette with a match. It wasn’t much of a car they were in; but it was the best car Chesbro had been able to rent for what money he had in his pocket. And naturally he wouldn’t have been able to do it by himself, she thought comfortably. She was the one who had learned that Representative Akslund was coming into the disaster area on an inspection tour; she was the one who had located the car; and she was the one who had put the idea in Chesbro’s head of meeting the congressman and riding with him. Nicely done, Sharon, she told herself; and the best part of all was that she had succeeded in making him think it was his own idea.
“I wonder how Polly’s making out,” Chesbro said.
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