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"Not likely," he says "I work in the air traffic-control tower"

"You do?" She feels eer, not a working person "What’s that like? I heard that leads to heart attacks"

"Only if you let the planes run into each other We try to discourage that"

"But how can you keep your eyes on everything at once? I think I’d be terrible at that job I kind of freak out if the telephone and the doorbell both ring at the same time"

"We have radarscopes You should come up to the control room sometime and see Ask for Steven Kant"

She slon to force a tailgater to pass The windshield wipers are beating across the glass like a hypnotist’s watch, instructing her to feel very, very sleepy Taylor tries not to think about Turtle sitting in Mrs Chin’s dark apartaudy layers of satin It would o see an air traffic control center "Okay, I’ll do that," Taylor says

"Well, great"

The wide freeway is full of cars but empty of interest, merely blank and wet, the place where everyone on earth has surely been before The air traffic controller doesn’t see more to say, which is too bad In Taylor’s opinion Steven Kant is probably the er is the history of the Handi-Van corporation, and he’s handsome, besides "I’m Taylor, by the way," she tells hiuess you know that"

"No, I didn’t I don’t usually go this route, either My MG is in the shop"

"Oh, that’s too bad"

"I don’t mind the limo service once in a while" He catches her eye in the rearview mirror and smiles "The service is friendly"

"Only the best You just sit back there, sir, and pour yourself a glass of chane"

"Inup tipsy But I’ll take a rain check"

She looks in theif this is an invit-ation of soently that if she overlooks it neither one of theht train you in that kind of skill