"You’ve met her," said Meredith. "Come on. Out with you. They’re waiting." She opened the little wagon’s passenger-side door, pulled herself out and up, tipped the passenger seat forward. Hollis struggled out. "You’ll have a little time before we arrive," said Meredith, and got back in. She closed the door and Clammy pulled away, rain beading on the enamel of the wagon’s low roof.