they were supposed to stay at the beach for a week, but neither of them had the heart for it and they decided to come back early. Macon drove. Sarah sat next to him, leaning her head against the side window. Macon wore a summer suit, his traveling suit much more sensible for traveling than jeans, he always said. Sarah wore a beach dress. Her skin was brown from the sun but Macon was still pale. He was a tall, gray-eyed man, with short fair hair, and the kind of skin that easily burns. Soon the sky grew black and several enormous rain drops hit the roof of the car. Sarah sat up straight. "Let's hope it doesn't rain," she said. "I don't mind a little rain," Macon said. A wind blew up and the rain got heavier. Macon pulled out to pass a coach whose wheels were throwing up huge sprays of water from the road, and there was a moment of watery blindness till the coach was left behind. "l don't know how you can see to drive," Sarah said. "Maybe you should put on your glasses. Putting on my glasses would help you to see? "Not me; you," Macon said. Sarah's hands were holding the edge of her seat very tightly. "We could stop for a bit," she said. "Wait till the rain passes. Sarah, if we were in any danger, l'd have stopped long ago. They passed a field where the rain seemed to fall in sheets.