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Show 38 "Please!" Leah screamed into her lap. She could not look up at him. "Please; no; don't . . . Please." She pulled the covering tight into herself. "Please - don't touch it. I . . ." And she started crying uncontrollably on the bench. The man sat watching her. Leah bit her lip. "Skimmers?" the man asked very meekly. Leah stood. She took her quilt and went out into the lot. She crossed over to the phonebooth, wrapped the quilt tight around her inside, leaned against the wall for support, and called Hunt. Listening to the long rings, she saw the hat-man suddenly leaving the station, running faster and faster and faster away under the arc-lights of the lot. Hunt answered. "Can you come and get me, Hunt?" she asked. "Are you all right?" II T II 1 • • • "Leah: There's nothing worse than bus stations." "If I'd . . . only been able just to . . ." "I'll be right there. Right there. Hold tight. Are you . . .?" "What?" "Hungry?" '"Jery." "I'll be right there. We'll have a good dinner. I'll buy you dinner. You must be frozen. We'll have a warm dinner. And you'll be fine."' "Thank you, Hunt." "I was scared." "I know. I'm sorry." |