NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued

April, 2009

RUSKIN and EAST AURORA, NY

"This is the last smoke," she said, exhaling with a rueful chuckle. "Last February in Park City I promised him I would quit. I better enjoy this one."

Lys impulsively turned into Main Street and started crossing it diagonally. The speed limit is twenty-five and traffic was light, but this was bold. You really ought to look, especially on an overhung night when you're wearing dark ...