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behind them when they go shopping, but I refuse to do that.  So I have to limit myself to what I can carry.  I could take the Wrangler, but with the price of gas being what it is I drive as little as possible. 
                  I picked up a two quart plastic bottle of milk, a loaf of bread, and a quarter pound of sliced turkey.  Then I headed for the checkout. 
                  "It's cold in here," I said to the cashier, a middle aged woman with a red beehive hairdo. 
                  "Wait until you go back outside," she said.  "Then the heat will really hit you."                                                                                                                                                   "I'll bet."  I paid the cashier and left with the jug of milk in one hand and a plastic bag with the turkey and the bread in the other.  The cashier was right, the minute I stepped outside, the heat hit me like a brick wall.  I pushed the button to change the traffic light so I could cross.  I waited while an older couple in a tan Lexus came to a stop in the far lane, then I stepped off the curb.  I gave the couple a wave with my bag and smiled.  The old man behind the wheel responded by giving me a look of horror. 
                  As his window came down he yelled. "Look out."  It was only then that I heard the roar of the engine--a large, black car was racing toward me, going about forty miles an hour.  He wouldn't be able to stop in time even if he tried-- and he wasn't trying.  I dropped the milk and the bag and tried to outrun it.  It seemed like the black car was being aimed at me.  I made it to the Lexus and tried to jump onto the hood, but I couldn't make it.  The speeding black car whipped past me so close that the wind from it pushed me against the Lexus' fender.  The woman inside the Lexus screamed--or maybe it was me. 
                  We watched as the black car lost control, went up on the sidewalk, then dropped back down onto the road and sped away.  I stood there in a daze, my legs giving out.  The driver of the Lexus got out and held me up.  His wife was picking up my lunch. 
                  "Are you hurt?" the man asked. 
                  "I don't think so." 
                  The wife handed me the bag and the milk jug.  "It looked like that man was trying to kill you," she said. 
                  "Damn right," the husband added.
                  "John," the wife scolded.  "Don't use that kind of language."                                           
                  "Well, either that or he was mighty drunk," John said. I finally composed myself enough to thank them for their help.  I put the bag in my hand that was already holding the milk jug and shook his hand.  I nodded my thanks to the wife. 
                  "Please be careful," she said.  "Maybe you should stay indoors for a while." 
                  "That sounds like a good idea," I said, and waved them goodbye.  I watched them drive off, and then I wobbled to the sidewalk and headed home on unsteady legs.  It did seem to me that the driver of that black car knew what he was doing, but he also could have been drunk, or on drugs.  I hadn't seen the driver, the windows all had that dark tint on them.  If he was drunk it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  But if he wasn't drunk, he was trying to kill me! Could it be linked to Flaherty?  Did he send someone to kill me?  Was I paranoid--or was it just bad luck?  I would know soon enough, if they were trying to kill me they would try again.  I decided not to tell Willey about it.  He would go overboard