It happeo fall oh of September, my birthday, a fact which had noeffe events, except that, expeg some form of moary remembrance frommy family, I was eager for the postmans m visit. Indeed, I went downstairsand waited for him. If I had not been l in the vestibule, then Holly would nothave asked me to go horseback riding; and would not, sequently, have had theopportunity to save my life.
"e on," she said, when she found me awaiting the postman. "Lets walk acouple of horses around the park." She was wearing a windbreaker and a pair of bluejeans and tennis shoes; she slapped her stomach, drawing attention to its flatness:"Dont think Im out to lose the heir. But theres a horse, my darling old MabelMinerva -- I t go without saying good-bye to Mabel Minerva."
"Good-bye?"
"A week from Saturday. José bought the tickets." In rather a trance, I let her leadme down to the street. "We ge planes in Miami. Thehe sea. Over theAaxi!"
Over the Andes. As we rode in a cab ……（内容加载失败！）
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