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.""That's good of you, but I don't believe I'll be able to accept.""Other plans, dear?""I.may not be here tomorrow.""Oh? Going away somewhere?""Possibly.It's not quite certain yet.""May I ask where and with whom?""I'd rather not say.""Of course, I understand.But talking about something in advance really doesn't prevent it from happening, you know.""It can," Miranda said."Sometimes it can.""Well, you must tell me all about it afterward.""It won't be a secret, Patrice.I can promise you that."They talked a few minutes longer.Or rather, Patrice talked, mostly about her grandchildren.Miranda only half listened.It seemed quite cold in the house now, despite the fact that she had turned up the heat when she came downstairs.Imagination? No, she could hear the wind in the eaves, gusting more strongly than before, and when that happened the house always felt drafty.When Patrice finally said goodbye, Miranda returned to the living room and put on the gas-log flame in the fireplace.She sat in front of it with a copy of Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest open on her lap and tried to read.She couldn't seem to concentrate.I wish I had something else to do, she thought, something useful or important.Well, she thought then, there is something, isn't there? Out in the barn?But she was not ready to go out there yet.Not just yet.She picked up Wilde and tried again to focus on his words.She was dozing when the doorbell rang.Dreaming about something pleasant, something to do with John and their honeymoon in the Caribbean, but the jarring sound of the bell drove it away.A visitor? She so seldom had visitors these days.The prospect hurried her steps to the door.But it wasn't a visitor; it was Dwayne, the mailman, on the porch outside."Morning, Miz Halliday," he said."More mail than usual today so I thought I'd bring it up, save you the trouble.""That was good of you, Dwayne.""Catalogues, mostly.Not even the end of October and already we got piles of Christmas catalogues.Seems like they start sending 'em out earlier every year.""Yes, it does."He handed over the thick stack, being cautious about it because he knew of her arthritis."You going out today, Miz Halliday?""I may, yes.Why do you ask?""Well, it's pretty cold out.Wind's got ice in it, first breath of winter.Real pneumonia weather.Better bundle up warm if you do go out.""I will, thank you."He wished her a good morning and left her alone again.Miranda sifted through her mail.No personal letters, of course.Just two bills and three solicitations, one of the solicitations addressed to "Maranda Holiday." She laid the bills, unopened, on the kitchen table, put the solicitations in the trash and the catalogues in the recycle box.Except for the wind, the house was very quiet.And still unwarm.And so empty.In her sewing room, she removed the letter—three pages, carefully folded—from the bottom drawer of her desk.She had written it quite a long time ago, but she could have quoted it verbatim.The wind gusted noisily as she started out with it, rattling shingles and shutters, and she remembered what Dwayne had said about bundling up warm.The front hall closet yielded her heaviest wool coat and a pair of fleece-lined gloves.She had the coat over her shoulders, the letter tucked into one of the pockets, when the phone rang again."Mrs.Halliday? This is Sally Boyer?""Yes, Mrs.Boyer.""I wonder if I could ask a big favor? I know it's short notice and I haven't been in touch in a while, but if you could help us out I'd really appreciate it?" Mrs.Boyer was one of those individuals who turn statements into questions by a rising interrogative inflection on the last few words of a sentence.More than once Miranda had been tempted to help her correct this irritating habit, but it would have been impolite to bring it up herself."What is the favor?""Could you babysit for us tonight? My husband has a business dinner, a client and his wife from Los Angeles who showed up without any advance warning? Well, he thinks it's important for me to join them and our regular sitter has band practice tonight and so I thought you.?""I'm afraid I have another commitment," Miranda said firmly."You do? You couldn't possibly break it?""I don't see how I can, now.""But I thought you, of all people.I mean.""Yes, Mrs.Boyer, I understand.And I'm sorry.""I don't know who else to call," Mrs.Boyer said."Can you think of anyone? You must know someone, some other elder.some other person?""I don't know anyone," Miranda said."No one at all [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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