Saturday's for Sharon, Jim knew, consisted of sleeping
impossibly late into the morning, a light breakfast, and then a hike up
on Heaver's Peak with her best friend, Tina. Though the two girls always
insisted on Friday night that they were going to get an early start, they
never actually made it to the base of the trail before noon. Since it was
just after eleven, Jim had at least an hour to deliver his gifts.
All that was left was a clever means of delivery.
As Jim guided his car along the suburban streets
leading from the mall, a delightful plan formed in his mind.
Fri Sep 18 09:55:14 1998
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