With storefronts-a grocery store, a pharmacy, a hardware store, and a gift shop with a display of trendy items in the window. Kit glanced down the narrow street where the one block was lined His feet propped on the cash register, reading a magazine. The service station was small, with only one pump and one attendant, who could be seen through the open door, sitting with Madame Duret's letter said it was only about ten miles past the town 'According to the map, this must be Blackwood Village, even though I can't findĪ sign anywhere. 'That and directions,' Dan Rolland told her.

She straightened in the seat and glanced out of the window. It's been like something out of a picture book.' 'You've been missing a lot of pretty countryside-pastures and brooks and rolling hills. When she did, she found her mother turned sideways, When the car drew to a stop, she could not keep herself from opening her eyes. I will not talk to them, she told herself. Seat: her mother's light and lilting, Dan's low-pitched and even.īut Kit rode with her eyes closed and her head settled against the back of the seat. Of the faint warmth of the September sunlight slanting through the window to warm her hair, and of the two voices in the front

Perhaps not completely sleeping-a part of her mind had remained awake, conscious of the curves of the road, They had been driving since dawn, but for the past two hours-since they had turned off the highway onto the winding road that led through the hill country-Kit Gordy

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