\"Good night， Mrs.
outside door of the
surance. \"See you in
Wheelock，\" Rita Collins said opening the
agency， E. Eugene Young， All Lines Of In-
the morning.\"
The older woman， cleating her desk， looked up and smiled.
\"Good night， Pdta. Enjoy the movie.\"
\"Oh， I m sure I will.\" Rita went out to the parking area in
front of the small， one-story brick building and got into her car.
It was just past five o clock. The two men at the agency， Young
and the salesman， had already left.
The traffic was heavy on Route 1. She had to wait for the
light a block away to bring it to a halt before she could turn
out onto the four-lane highway and head south. Then she con-
centrated on driving until she was clear of the sprawling busi-
ness district of Woodbridge， Virginia， a jungle of brightly
colored neon in the early ]anuary dusk.
The congestion ended after
to wooded land on either side.
the last traffic light， giving way
Rita relaxed at the wheel and let her thoughts turn to the
evening ahead. She was going with Louise Brooks， her room-
mate in the house she had inherited from her great-aunt， to see
The Towering Inferno that night. She had read one of the
books the movie was based on and looked forward to seeing it.
After a two-mile drive she moved into the left lane thinking
about what to have for dinner as she blinked her direction sig-
nal to make her turnoff. There was just enough meat loaf left
from last night for the two of them. With a salad and potatoes
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