My overweening boyfriend is now doing the work of two and is busy from early morning until late at night. And yet we continue to make progress in various areas without his help. Allow me to be more specific. In my efforts at building bridges, I’ve learned that Sara’s father, Mr. Spratt, is more than just an unhappy, unpleasant person. During my awake and lucid moments, I wracked my brain about how to accidentally on purpose run into Mr. Spratt. Then I remembered that I have connections in the local taxi industry. When I first arrived at Woefield, six months ago, I was driven by Hugh, from the Cedar Cab Company. He’s a stellar person and he insisted on carrying all my luggage, which was extensive even though I’m not much of a materialist. Since then, he has given me numerous rides because our truck only works intermittently. He wouldn’t think it odd for me to call and ask for a pickup and I knew he’d be able to give me some idea about what hours Mr. Spratt worked, since they were both in the taxi business.
