FORTY
The book was on the floor and Andy was tumbled against the wall where I had shoved him and I was halfway down the stairs when Geordie appeared at my elbow. He made an attempt to get ahead of me—a mistake. We became momentarily entangled and nearly went somersaulting the rest of the way down together.
‘Meg,’ he said softly. ‘The garage is the other way.’
I was still trying to disentangle myself and did not look at him. His hand tightened insistently on my upper arm.
‘Meg, it’s broad daylight. Something’s out in broad daylight, and you’re not going alone. I’ll drive you. It’ll be quicker than the ‘bus.’
It was a valid point, though it took its time making its way from my ears to my brain.
I mumbled vaguely, not quite sure how I replied, but he nodded as though it made sense.
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