“There's always some crazy working on the next biological Pandora's box for money or notoriety.”
“Speaking of crazies, how's Irv doing?”
Sarah laughed at the simile. “He's going to be the only modern-day survivor of smallpox in the world. He's fast on his way to a full recovery.”
“Glad to hear it. He's a good man.”
“Looks like your car is on the road to recovery as well,” she said, nodding toward the Chrysler.
“She's a tough old beast. I had the mechanicals refurbished while I was away but haven't got to the body and interior yet.”
Dirk turned and looked at Sarah tenderly. “I still owe you that crab dinner.”
Sarah looked deep into Dirk's green eyes and nodded. With a quick scoop, Dirk bent over and picked Sarah up and placed her gently on the front seat of the car with the lilies, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. Tossing the crutches into the backseat, he jumped in behind the wheel and fired up the car. The rebuilt motor kicked over easily and idled with a deep purr.
“No ferries?” Sarah asked, snuggling close to Dirk.
“No ferries,” Dirk laughed, slipping an arm around Sarah. Tapping on the accelerator, the old convertible rumbling deeply, he steered across the lush grounds and into the pink-tinted dusk.
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