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Honey, you do wonders for a woman's ego. " She lived in a trailer court out on the highway, in one of those long silver jobs that was now almost white with frost in the cold moonlight. The last stragglers of Halloween ran up and down the dirt roads between the trailers. Hers was set off from the rest by a good city block, over by a grove of elms forming a windbreak. I know it's not supposed to happen this way but it did. We went inside her trailer and she didn't even turn a light on. We just stood there in the moonlight coming through the window and she put her arms around me and kissed me with a mouth that was warm and tender and frantic, and it had been so long for me that I nearly went crazy.
The Dew Drop Inn. " Mary Beth moved to the edge of her seat. Chrissy popped up out of the back, instantaneously. "I wanna stop. Can we stop? Pie-ease? " Right in his ear. There went the amalgams again. " But there it was, halfway up a dark hillside, red neon "Dew" and "Drop" and "Inn" flashing in tedious sequence. Obviously, Tennessee's terminal case of corniness had struck again. "Only because my ass is pleading its case for mercy," Rick said. " Chrissy cheered when he took the exit. No cars in the gravel parking lot, yet lights were on inside.
I had set a trap for her and had asked her to meet me in front of the shop at midnight. Somewhere, in the chill darkness, a distant bell tolled that hour, and at the same time I heard the delicate click of her approaching heels. I turned away from that sound to face the shop window. The click of her heels drew nearer. And then I saw her beautiful reflection in the glass. I was filled with a welcome warm flood of relief. "Good evening, Ioan," she said in that sable voice. I turned to her. " I began to say, but my voice faltered.