Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“Christopher Bennett,” she said into my shoulder.
“You told me about baseball for seventeen minutes.”
“You told me you were fine.”
“I told you a great many things.” She stepped back and held me at arm’s length.
“I was on my way here when I pulled onto that shoulder.
That folder was on the passenger seat beside me the whole time.”
“Are you all right?”
She adjusted her collar with two fingers.
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