One of them was Helen Auster, Kenny'swife. I walked her around to the driver's side of the Scout, reaching for herhand again as we went. Looks like they had 'em al colors in Trinidad. In the daytime, I could dismiss this as supernaturaltwaddle but at night that was harder to do.
It was as if iron bands had clamped around my chest. Kenny Auster's grandfather was my granduncle. Saving little kids is myspecialty. Ruefully, I thought.
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