ISBN 1-4137-1953-8
The motor noise attracted her attention again. Now the car
was turning slowly and crawling down another road. The driver
appeared to be searching the area. As it neared her plot, she
worried that her enormous pickup truck was blocking the narrow
path between the rain-filled ditches. Why was the driver coming
this way? It was a sporty car. A man was driving.
He could see her truck in the way, so why didn’t he just go around? She could hear the wide tires grinding wet gravel as it tiptoed forward. Well, that did it. Now he was blocked. She was definitely in his way. How insensitive could he be? Did he not care that he was interrupting someone’s privacy? Well, he could back up his car as easily as she could move her truck. She would not look at him.
She heard the motor stop behind her. The silence was grim. Where was that singing bird when she really needed it? The car door opened . . . then thudded shut.
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He could see her truck in the way, so why didn’t he just go around? She could hear the wide tires grinding wet gravel as it tiptoed forward. Well, that did it. Now he was blocked. She was definitely in his way. How insensitive could he be? Did he not care that he was interrupting someone’s privacy? Well, he could back up his car as easily as she could move her truck. She would not look at him.
She heard the motor stop behind her. The silence was grim. Where was that singing bird when she really needed it? The car door opened . . . then thudded shut.
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