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on," she said. "Why don't you have a drink while I finish dressing. I won't be but a moment.”

She had barely finished preparing the drink, when a flash of light- ning lit up the night and a clap of thunder seemed to shake the earth. Suddenly we heard a crashing sound in the back of the house.

She ran into the kitchen with me close behind. Everything seemed to be in good shape until she opened the door to a small storage shed, and that's where the damage was. Apparently the lightning had struck a nearby tree, breaking off a branch, which fell, caving in a part of the roof.

She started moving stuff around, getting it out of the rain, pelting through the open hole. Naturally I pitched in and began helping her. We had everything pretty well protected from the weather in about thirty minutes, but both of us were a mess.

She was soaked to the skin and streaked with dirt. I was no better. The only difference was that she had not got out of her housecoat and I was fully dressed in my suit.

We returned to the main part of the house, dripping water at every step. Even my shoes were soaked. I could feel water squish every time I moved my toes. "My goodness!" said Lucille. "We'll have to get out of these wet things. There is a spare bath through that door. Why don't you go in and strip off those wet things and take a shower. Meanwhile I'll see if I can find you something dry to put on."

"

Well, I didn't need a second invitation, not only was I soaking wet, but was getting a bit chilled. I stepped in the bath and was soon stan- ding under a hot shower. I was drying off with a big fluffy towel she had left me when she hollered through the door. "I found an old robe of mine that you can put on. It's hanging on the door knob."

My fumbling hand finally found it and I drew it inside. When I saw it I had second thoughts about putting it on. The robe wasn't old, and it was very definitely feminine. It was of quilted nylon, white with big pink flowers. The front, collar and cuffs were all lined with lace. However there really wasn't much choice. All of my own clothes were wet and dirty. The suit wasn't fit to wear until it had been sent to the cleaners.

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