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i On Thursday， Dade Cooley came home to an empl
i house. It was only five o clock， but since it was February
il was already getting dark. He turned on the lights， aline:
stumbling over the luggage which was everywhere， Ht
fire in the small marble fireplace in the sitting room an，
mixed himself an Old Fashioned. On the coffee table wa
lg for. ]
il the copy of Vogue they had both been waiting
contained ELlen s piece on their trip the year before t<
Italy. He picked it up， turned to the article and begat
l e~tng through it. There was an illustration showing Rav.
el/o， a thousand feet above the Amaifl Drive， carved oul
of the cliffs.
: He 8lanced at his watch. He was late. He put down the
~e and went upstairs to bathe. Turning on the ra-
die， he heard the announcer say that Dr. Dan would be
i with them in a moment to tell everybody what kin
weather he had in s+~-~ ~ \" d of
~ ，，，，~ L~，~ me uay Area. Stripping off his
clothes and putting them on the window seat in the bed.
i room， Dade looked out across San Francisco and the dark
clouds over the Bay and decided that the storm might
break before Dr. Dan had a chance to predict it.
A few minutes later， the twangy voice of Dr. Dan said.
\"From the mountains to the sea， a 8ood， good evening.
Well， tonight s a night to snuggle under the eovers--~r
maybe Under the bed ff thunderstorms scare you. The
storm system that hit the Los Angeles area on Tuesday，
bringing the southland a Valentine s Day present of three
point two inches of rain， has been working its way north
for the last two days and is expected to dump at least that
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