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Show 35 "Don't be s i l l y ." " I don't care. I ' l l find i t . Just let me out here." "Leah; no." They drove the town. Leah's face seemed whiter in the approaching dark than the salt crusting against the cars. There seemed to be no bus terminal in Concord. Finally Hunt pulled into an Exxon station and asked directions. Leah watched him beyond the car, inside the small glass office-booth of the station, talking to a blue-uniformed man. She saw Hunt nod and smile. God, he would always manage at least that pained smile, Leah thought. She brought the quilt up and touched it to the side of her face. It felt warm there for a moment and smelled, with the heater on in the car, like sleep, like dreams she once used to have. Oh, Hunt, she thought; oh Lord, Hunt. At the depot-terminal, Leah stepped out of the car fast with her things, and when Hunt tried to come with her, she said, "No. No, Hunt; please, no; don't. Just drive away." "Leah." "Please!" Hunt looked at the tiny, depressing luncheonette-station, shut his eyes, breathed deeply, taking some cold rain into his mouth, got back into the car, and left. Leah felt suddenly frightened. She bought a ticket to Boston. It took more than half her ten dollars. She had no idea what she'd do when she got there. Maybe some man. ... A bus arrived. Leah got on it. She showed her |