She lives just up there a little way. He pointed to a row of small houses on a side street running parallel to the highway. I got in beside him, feeling grateful and relieved. I was apologetic about imposing on his time, but he gave the impression that his whole mission in life, at least for that day, was to see that I was cared for. Indeed, from the first time I saw him walking across the highway to meet me, it appeared it had all been prearranged.
Some folks have that talent.
We'll go down here to the Marathon station first. If Al can't fix it he'll tell us where we can get it fixed. Oran's pickup was old but it ran well. He had several burlap bags half filled with junk. I was conscious of the condition and size of the pickup because I considered asking him to help deliver my load of books if there weren't too many.