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Show 273 she was as rested as if she had slept the night through undisturbed. When he pulled up to the curb with the car lights on, she hurried out the door into the crisp, winter air-it was invigorating! caressing her face with its chilly fingers-with the sound of the engine idling loudly, powerfully, the clouds of exhaust issuing forcefully from the tailpipes. She hopped into the car; he was shaved, in his new green suit-the one he wore at Christmas-and he was so handsome, so unbearably handsome, that she could not look at him. "Well, it's the big day," he said pulling away. Sitting there behind the wheel, not suspecting how she felt. "You look ready for it," she managed to say, still looking ahead out the windshield. "I am. This is my big chance. I'm going to kill them today." And he would, he had it in his voice. She blinked away the small, sudden tears, so that he would not see them, so that he would not know. They drove down off the hill to the center, pulling out onto the main street. Although the traffic was not heavy yet, there was a constant flow of cars, most with their headlights on. Had she brought her license? he asked. She had, she carried it in her purse all the time. "I just filled it up last night, you shouldn't have to bother with that." "I've never run out of gas. Don't worry." "I'm not." There was confidence in his voice, he trusted her. "Are you going back home, or right to school?" |