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he told me how he picked up an old man with a white beard hitchhiking, and how the old guy started telling Peter his whole past history, beginning with when Peter was in second grade right up until Peter helped the Hazzard High baseball team win the city championship.
    Peter had an amazing arm—his coaches said he had pro potential. He also had an incredible way with words. I could picture the old man and his story perfectly. Before the old man got out of Peter's car, he also told Peter what his future would be. I remember how Peter smiled and shook his head when I asked what the guy had said.

    I must emphasize that Peter was not—at least to the best of my knowledge—

    interested in the occult. I don't know why he told me that story. Usually his stories were about crooked cops and crazy people he constantly ran into while simply walking down the block.

    Peter died not long after that—some kind of car accident.

    I missed him terribly. He had been the best part of my day, and I always felt I'd know him all my life.

    I instinctively dropped the papers when Jo said his name.

    "Oh, God," I whispered. "Peter. How did you get this?"

    "Jeff gave it to me," Jo said, picking up the sheets and sorting them into a neat stack. "He gave me a whole bunch of Peter's stories. He wanted to see if I could help get some of them published."

    "Peter wasn't a writer. He was always playing baseball.

    When did he have the time to write? He never showed me any of his stuff."

    "He never showed anybody. Jeff only found the stories a couple of months ago at the back of Peter's closet. You should read this one."

    I don't know why the news disturbed me so. I brushed off Jo's attempts to hand the story to me. "Why are you reading them? Are you trying to get on Jeffs good side?"

    Jo didn't flinch at my remark. It took a lot for her to show she was hurt. "I'm doing this because I want to," she said in a normal tone of voice. "He was a pretty good writer, and he had great ideas. But he seldom finished anything.

    That's one of the things Jeff asked if I could do for him—put some endings on Peter's stuff."

    I continued to feel uneasy about the whole thing but couldn't pinpoint the reason why.
    Could it have been that the mention of his name had triggered a wave of painful memories? I asked myself.

    Jo wrote for the school paper and was acknowledged to be Hazzard High's sole master of grammar. She tried to hand me his story again. "You should read it,"

    she said.

    I finally took it and glanced at the title: Ann's Answer.

    "What is it?" I asked reluctantly.

    "It's about a girl our age who buys a VCR and then discovers it can tape tomorrow's TV
    programs today. She starts out taping the local news, spotting all the tragedies that are about to happen, and then she goes out to try to prevent them."

    "How does it end?"

    "He never finished it."

    "But what was the last thing that happened to this girl?"

    So my middle name was Ann, I told myself. He hadn't written the story about me. Yet the icy breeze that had blown through my brother's window earlier that night felt as if it had taken a detour into Jo's bedroom. And her windows were all closed. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Omen might be the word for what Jo said next, and for the balloon Jimmy watched float away. I suppose it was all a question of interpretation. A part of me must have seen the black ax rising slowly into the air above my head.

    Maybe Peter had seen the same ax.

    But of course he'd seen it. Far more clearly than I.

    "She taped a program of a news story that was about herself," Jo said.

    I swallowed. "Had she died?"

    "The tape was jammed in the machine. She didn't get to see the entire piece, only the beginning where her name was mentioned and her picture was shown.

    Then Peter stopped.''

    "He stopped?"

    "In midsentence. But read it. It's fun."

    I handed the papers back to Jo. "I'll wait until you write the ending."

    CHAPTER

    III

    JL HAD FORGOTTEN to