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into trouble between here and Maureen's place.' |
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'Just put her out the door,' Cyndi said. |
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'Good idea,' Sheila said. |
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'I can't do that.' He gave Maureen a miserable, guilty look. 'I owe her. After all this, the least I can do is make sure she gets safely home.' |
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'What're you trying to pull?' Cyndi asked. |
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'I'm not an animal, for godsake. I feel bad, OK?' |
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'I think it's the right thing to do,' Lou said. He turned his eyes to Sheila. 'Don't you think so?' |
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'I guess. But what about me and Cyn?' |
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'You'll be fine here,' Buddy said. 'We'll be back before you know it.' |
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'This really sucks,' Cyndi muttered. |
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'What kind of car do you have?' Buddy asked Maureen. |
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'We'll have to take that. My folks went off in the BMW, and we can't all fit in the Austin. Where's the Jeep, out front?' |
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'No.' She rubbed her face, and tried to remember what she'd done with them. |
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She'd taken off the coat, thrown it down on the front lawn just after the rain got her. |
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'You can't even get to her Jeep,' Sheila said. 'You'll get wet.' |
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'I'll cover up and go after it,' Buddy told her. 'I'll |
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