The Spanish Kidnapping Disaster

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Why should I care what Mom and Don were doing? At last I was with someone who appreciated me.
Focusing my attention on Grace, I noticed she was wearing a different tee-shirt today, even more faded th
...an the one she'd worn yesterday, but her jeans were the same. I recognized the hole in the right knee. She had a new flower in her hair, a pale pink one with a red center. Staring intently through the mud-spattered windshield, she looked as beautiful and mysterious as ever.
"I was glad to see you again," I told her. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Segovia too?" Grace shrugged. "It was sudden my coming, a thing of impulse. Yesterday I myself did not know." I nodded, thinking that made sense. A free spirit had no schedule, no place to go every day like clockwork. To Grace, life must be one long vacation.
"Did you think you'd see me today?" I asked.
Grace glanced at me. "Fate is strange," she said. "I told myself perhaps you would be at the castle, perhaps not. I could not be sure." "But you were happy I was there, right?" "Of course," Grace agreed, but she seemed tense, worried.
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