Danny came home from work that day with a bottle of champagne, a bouquet of roses, and a box of Godiva chocolates. They sat
on the sofa,cheap ugg boots, nibbling chocolates, sipping champagne,ultra tall ugg boots, and talking about the future, which seemed entirely bright; yet her anxiety
lingered.
Finally she said, “I don’t want chocolates or champagne or roses or a hundred thousand dollars. I want you. Take me to bed.”
They made love for a long time. The late summer sun ebbed from the windows and the tide of night rolled in before they parted
with a sweet, aching reluctance. Lying at her side in the darkness, Danny tenderly kissed her breasts, her throat, her eyes, and finally
her lips. She realized that her anxiety had at last faded. It was not sexual release that expelled her fear. Intimacy, total surrender of self,
and the sense of snared hopes and dreams and destinies had been the true medicines; the great, good feeling of family that she had
with was a talisman that effectively warded off cold fate.
On Wednesday, September 26, Danny took the day off from or! to be at Laura’s side as the news came in from
At seven-thirty in the morning,ugg nightfall, ten-thirty New York time, 1 Spencer Keene called to report that Random House had made the
first offer above the auction floor. “One hundred and twenty-five thousand, and we’re on our way.”
Two hours later Spencer called again. “Everyone’s off to lunch, * so there’ll be a lull. Right now, we’re up to three hundred and
fifty | thousand and six houses are still in the bidding.”
“Three hundred and fifty thousand?” Laura repeated.
At the kitchen sink where he was rinsing the breakfast dishes, Danny dropped a plate.
When she hung up and looked at Danny, he grinned and said, “Am I mistaken, or is this the book you were afraid might be mule
puke?”
Four and a half hours later, as they were sitting at the dinette ! table pretending to be concentrating on a game of five-hundred
rummy, their inattention betrayed by their mutual inability to keep score with any degree of mathematical accuracy whatsoever,
Spencer Keene called again. Danny followed her into the kitchen to listen to her side of the conversation.
Spencer said, “You sitting down, honey?”
“I’m ready, Spencer. I don’t need a chair. Tell me.”
“It’s over. Simon & Schuster. One million, two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars.”
Weak with shock, shaky, she spoke with Spencer for another ten minutes, and when she hung up, she wasn’t sure of a thing that
had been said after he had told her the price. Danny was staring at her expectantly, and she realized that he didn’t know what had
happened. She told him the name of the buyer and the figure.
For a moment they stared at each other in silence.
Then she said, “I think maybe now we can afford to have a baby.”
Stefan topped a hill and peered ahead at the half-mile stretch of snowswept road on which it would happen. On his left, beyond
the southbound lane, the tree-covered mountainside sloped steeply down to the highway. On his right the northbound lane was edged
by a soft shoulder only about four feet wide, beyond which the mountainside fell away again into a deep gorge. No guardrails
protected travelers from that deadly drop-off.
At the bottom of the slope, the road turned left, out of sight. Between that turn below and the crest of the hill, which he had just
topped, the two-lane blacktop was deserted.
According to his watch, Laura would be dead in a minute. Two minutes at most.
He suddenly realized that he should never have tried to drive toward the Packards, not after he had arrived so late. Instead he
should have given up the idea of stopping the Packards and should have tried instead to identify and stop the Robertsons’ vehicle
farther back on the road to Arrowhead. That would have worked just as well.
Too late now.
Stefan had no time to go back, nor could he risk driving farther north toward the Packards. He did not know the exact moment of
their deaths, not to the second, but that catastrophe was now approaching swiftly. If he tried to go even another half mile and stop
them before they arrived at this fateful incline, he might reach the bottom of the slope and, in taking the turn, pass them going the
other way, at which point he would not be able to swing around and catch up with them and stop them before the Robertsons’ truck hit
them head-on.

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