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Show mother, attempting to smooth things." But there was nothing short of tranquillizers that could pacify Kim. "It's not heavy," said Kim. "I can manage it just fine." Maybe she'd let him carry her suitcases, but no way was she going to let him lay a finger on her stereo. She soon learned it would take a lot more than pulling away her* stereo to discourage Mr. Huskinson from helping. "Ain't nothing to worry 'bout. I'll take care of your bags and everything. Which ones are yours?" "The brown ones," said her mother. He bounded up to the metal baggage ramp and grabbed several passengers tumbling suitcases before having them ripped away by incensed passengers. "Uh, Kim's bags are the cloth ones-with orange and brown flowers, Mr. Huskinson, " said her mother. "Here comes one now. " "Got it!" said Mr. Huskinson as if he had just landed a hundred pound tuna. When he had all three bags jammed under his arms, he headed for the door of the small terminal, with Kim lagging behind him as far as possible. "Is this Mr. Birningham's brother in law? Kim asked. Her mother nodded. "He's just divorced and moved into town from Montana last month." Kim pushed the glass door of the terminal and walked with her mother out into the chill night air. "You know how hard it is to find places for single people 160 |