Radio Mirror: The Magazine of Radio Romances (Jan-June 1945)

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-m There was the first lie, inescapable, menacing. And there would be others, Kathy knew I HAD a feeling, when I stepped off the train at the Apple Lake station, that something wonderful and exciting was about to happen. There was no real reason for the feeling, except that the April morning was enough to make your heart sing, thrilling-sweet with spring, spiced with the tang of lake water. Otherwise, there was no reason at all to feel sixteen and expectant and foolishly happy, instead of a poised and practical twenty-six. Joe Henley's battered black sedan, Apple Lake's taxi service, stood beside the station. I waved, and Joe saw me and scrambled out to take my bag. "Miss Carter!" he exclaimed. "Going out to your brother's place, I suppose. Is this your vacation, or are you here for just a few days?" I bit my lip. I'd forgotten that in addition to being the town's taxi service, Joe was also its unofficial {Continued on page 84) i £&£&,