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At last I said, "I didn't know — didn't know who you were, Eddie. Not till last night. You — you must have — " "Must have what?" "Enjoyed it. Sort of like playing a game, I guess." He didn't answer. We reached the truck and I held the flashlight while he looked over the motor. "Be a miracle," he said finally, "if this truck can get through. And I won't have anyone to — " A WILD, insane notion came to me then. Why didn't I go with him? I could help him, if the truck broke down. And I'd be with him, part of his work, part of his life that his golden girl couldn't know. I knew it was wrong, knew I'd been telling myself to get away from him. But it was something stronger than myself now that wanted to be with him, to take a moment of happiness that seemed to present itself. "Eddie," I said, "let me go along. Then, if anything happens — " He looked at me and his lips broke in a grin. "So you can gum up things worse. Well, I don't know. Maybe, even at that—" "When do we start, Eddie?" He said, "All right — I'll take a chance. We've got to load up first. There'll be men in the warehouse to help us when we pick up the materials." "Any time you say." When we reached the warehouse, Eddie wouldn't let me do any of the loading. I wanted to show him how even if I wasn't beautiful I could at least do hard work. But Eddie wouldn't have it. When I started helping one of the men with a large crate he came over and told me to stop. "Get in the cab of that truck and stay there," he said. Eddie got in when the truck was all loaded and we started off. For a while neither of us spoke. The truck roared on through the night and I closed my eyes and told myself to take this moment while it was here. He broke the silence at last with, "Forty winks, Mary?" "No. Just — sort of thinking. What — what's her name?" "You mean — the girl last night? Gladys Emerson. I've known her since I was a kid." "She's pretty, isn't she?" "Yes, she's — you're a funny person, Mary. You — " Whatever he was going to say was left unsaid, because at that moment the motor began to splutter and then it let out a hissing sound and stopped dead. Eddie pulled back the brake and muttered one word, "Trouble." The night was very dark. I got out the flashlight and we lifted up the hood and Eddie began examining the ignition wires. I was looking too and I saw one of the wires was loose. I reached in to see if that was the trouble. But it was hard to see and I accidentally pushed that wire against another. There was a flash of light and a sizzling sound — and then silence. t I could hear Eddie's quick intake of breath. "Mary, you've — it's a short circuit." I knew he was trying to keep down the anger in his voice. "I asked you to be careful. I told you — blame it, I told you women had no business in this sort of job! I told you — " But I wasn't really listening then. I couldn't listen. To be part of his work — that was what I'd wanted, the reason I'd taken this ride. And now — what was it he'd said? — I'd gummed it up worse than ever. "Eddie," I said, "I'm sorry. I — I tried so hard to do everything right I did everything wrong instead. Stupid, wasn't it? I mean because it wouldn't matter anyway, because the kind of girl — like Gladys — " But then I was crying and I walked away from the truck so he wouldn't see, because my heart was telling me not to let him know what I really thought and really meant. He was walking toward me. 1 looked up and saw him beside me and he said, "Mary, you're crying." I tried to wipe away tears. I said, "You were right, Eddie. It isn't a job for a girl. Last night, when I saw the way you looked at me and — at Gladys — I knew. That was the way a girl should be, the way you said — lovely and fragile — " But Eddie said, "Mary — you're wrong again." A kind of shiver went through me. "You see, Mary — " his voice almost a whisper in the darkness — "last night, when I saw you there, dirty face and all, I knew I'd been wrong. You're trying to do something, trying to carry your share. That's better than being just — pretty to look at. Gladys is a sweet girl and I like her but you're — you're wonderful." I couldn't speak, couldn't say a word. And Eddie added hurriedly, "Now don't get me wrong, Mary. You've a lot to learn. You get things bawled up. But you will learn, maybe— with my help and advice and — " WE set to work to get the short fixed. Just before we closed down the hood, Eddie said he wished he had a bit of wire to hold the ignition wires apart. I had a brilliant idea and pulled out a hairpin. Eddie took one look at it and groaned. "What do you want — another short? I meant insulated wire. Maybe you like this spot, want to stay here awhile. All we need is another short — " I said, "Eddie, I think it's a wonderful spot." He didn't answer. But when we got into the truck, Eddie said, "Little idiot." And then he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. His arm drew me to him and I buried my head against his shoulder. I didn't say anything because I was afraid if I did I'd start to cry. After a few moments, Eddie said, "We've got a job to do Mary, and we'd better get started." I turned and looked out at the night. It had seemed so dark before but when I looked up at the sky I saw something I hadn't noticed before — there were stars all over heaven. N EXT MONTH — THE GUIDING LIGHT IN LIVING PORTRAITS 50 RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR