| OCR Text |
Show 85 Then he was rolling down his window and she could see his face. He flipped a cigarette out on the snow and watched her as she approached. Ignore him. Keep going like he Isn't there I Dyna pressed her lips together and kept going* "C'mere, wouldja?" he called* Her steps slowed of themselves. He hung an arm out of the window and grinned at her, his bulgy eyes more froglike than ever, "Wanta ride home?" "Nope* I'm there already." "I got a new phone number." He held out a piece of paper. "Thought you might call me sometime." "I'm not calling you ever." She stopped a dozen feet away from the van. He opened the door, then decided not to get out* "I figured with Christmas on the way--" "You figured wrong!" She cut him off* "You know, kiddo, I owe you something* Fletcher's turned out to be a good haul*" "Forget it." "Hey, now, don't act that way. I know you can use it*" Big deal! Since when did you turn into a_ prince? He held out a bill, but she shook her head again. "Forget it, I said." He tossed the money and the phone number out in front of her on the snow, then got back in the van and closed the door* "Suit yourself," he growled and started up the engine* They both took off at the same time* No way was she going to connect with him again o£ his racket! Frog was completely out of sight when Dyna doubled back to pick up the money* The phone number she tore to bits* Still, it galled her, placing the twenty between the pages of her creative writing text, to think he knew her so well* |
