CHAPTER 12I drove up to Mary Dane’s gate, got out, opened the gate, got back in the car and drove inside. Then I got out again and closed the gate and then I opened the door for Abigail. After a while, she got out.
“Listen,” she said, “please—don’t make me go in there. You go and call Joe and tell him to come and get me. I’ll wait out here.”
“You do me grave injustice,” I said. “Either you impugn my sense of chivalry or you question my good sense. For two reasons I won’t do as you ask. Number one, I would never leave a young lady standing around in the cold waiting for a ride, and number two, I’m convinced that if I should leave you out here while I go in and make the call, you would get in my car and run over me at the first opportunity.”
Her lip trembled. Her hand fluttered toward me.
