The rain slowed to a steady pour as the wind diminished. He shut off the engine and turned to me.
"So, Lorelei Patio, where are you from? What was the stroke of luck that dropped you into Quincy and then into my world?"
"I wasn't driven here by luck," I said. If he had tried to find out anything about me from his aunt, she had obviously resisted telling him any part of the story I had told her and Mrs. McGruder. At least, until now.
"Oh? What, then?"
"I've got to go in and get to work," I said. "Thanks for the ride."
"Hey!" he cried when I opened the door and stuck out the umbrella to open it for the walk to the front entrance. "I didn't bring an umbrella. At least let me share yours."
I looked back at him. For a moment, my mind went into rewind, and I recalled the first time I had met Buddy.
