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"Of course. I had forgotten. Right after lunch, call one of those schools and see if you can get an appointment for Tuesday and Friday. Peter can drive me to Amabel's house for a week or two more. And Friday, when I go to the hairdresser, I can take a cab." |
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"If your car has automatic transmission, I'm sure I won't need more than an hour or two of practice." |
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Mrs. Bates looked totally blank and then laughed. "I haven't the faintest idea, my dear. I'll have to ask Peter. He bought the car for me." |
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The afternoon was quietly busy. Linda called the driving school and made an appointment. The trip to the library was a pleasant chance for exercise in spite of a damp, chilly day and provided an opportunity to purchase the coffee dripolaters. Reading aloud in the lovely, peaceful room was an ideal tea-time activity. If Linda felt that Mrs. Bates's taste in literature was not likely to improve her mind, she admitted that she would heartily enjoy the pastiche of romantic suspense, light novels, and humorous biographies. |
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That night as she prepared for bed, Linda found herself wondering whether her luckor bad luckhad followed her. Instead of giving her a worm's eye view of life, was she going to find working as a companion another pleasant, insulated cocoon? But she was smiling, not tearful, as she slipped into the bed and was aware that she was sleepily looking forward to the next day, which was a pleasant change. |
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