There's enough. It comes in the window and blows the curtains a little bit. Just enough to tell me." "Look, why don't you come and spend the night here?" said Herb Thompson looking around the lighted hall. "Oh, no. It's too late for that. It might catch me on the way over. It's a damned long distance. I wouldn't dare, but thanks, anyway. It's thirty miles, but thanks." "Take a sleeping-tablet." "I've been standing in the door for the past hour, Herb. I can see it building up in the west. There are some clouds there and I saw one of them kind of rip apart. There's a wind coming, all right." "Well, you just take a nice sleeping-tablet. And call me anytime you want to call. Later this evening if you want." "Any time?" said the voice on the phone. "Sure." "I'll do that, but I wish you could come out. Yet I wouldn't want you hurt. You're my best friend and I wouldn't want that. Maybe it's best I face this thing alone. I'm sorry I bother you."
( Ray Bradbury )
[ Bradbury Stories: 100 of His ]
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