One Saturday afternoon, at the end of July, as I came back from my final trip of the day, I saw a powder blue Chevy convertible in the parking lot. I wondered if it was Denton. I had written and told him about my working seven days a week, and wouldn’t be able to make it to Chicago. After dropping off the four teenagers I’d taken for a ride, I drove over to the garage area where saw Dent, and a tall red-hair girl talking to Marvin. I jumped out of the scooter and hurried to him. We hugged.
“Damn it’s good to see you, Dent.”
“Yeah, I was missing you too, buddy.”
“Are you staying a couple of days?”
“Yep, we rented a cabin. Rail, say hi to Robin.”
I shook her hand but was looking at her long, shapely wheels and firm breasts, which stuck out from her tight yellow halter top.
Dent grinned
