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"I can't let you take the blame," I protested.

"I insist."

"But "

"If he finds out you did it, he'll tease you to death and he'll
broadcast it to everyone he knows. You don't need that." Then, giving
my shoulder a friendly squeeze, she added, "Besides, it's my truck.
If

I

say I was driving it, I was."

Lee never told on me.

For the next week or so, Danny had a lot of fun at her expense. I was
tempted to confess, but then everybody would've known Lee had lied.
That would've made things worse all the way around.

Anyway, that's the kind of woman Lee was. I could count on her to help
me retrieve Slim and Rusty, and she wouldn't blab about it.

I just hoped she'd be home.

 I stayed fairly calm most of the way to Lee's house, but the sight of
her pickup truck in the driveway turned me into a nervous wreck. She's
home!

I felt a lurch of panic.

Even under the best conditions, I sometimes chickened out about
visiting Lee. That may seem strange, since we were such great friends.
But you've got to understand how beautiful and special she was. As
much as I liked being with her, I hated the idea of intruding on her. I
wanted her never to think of me as a nuisance.

I didn't much want her to see me shirtless and sweaty and filthy,
either.

All of a sudden, I changed my mind about asking for Lee's help.
Instead of heading for her front door, I kept on walking.

Maybe I would just go home. If I told More the truth, she would take
me out to Janks Field. Then she'd tell Dad all about it, and he ....
"Dwight?"

My heart jumped. I turned my head and saw Lee in the doorway, holding