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the brochures but one. “I’ll tell my friend that,” he muttered, turned and walked away.
    â€œWow,” Lacey exclaimed. “You’re good here. No wonder you’re doing this. You know so much.”
    â€œYeah,” Randy said quickly, then spun around and began to straighten out the brochures the man with the bloodshot eyes had dropped.
    Lacey stepped closer. “All I was going to do was smile and hand out brochures. You’re really getting up close and personal. You’re having quite an effect on people.”
    â€œIt’s a gift,” Randy mumbled, not looking up at her.
    She stared at him as he continued to tidy up piles she thought were quite straight enough.
    She knew Randy was very inconvenienced being unable to take his car to work due to the increased parking security, and it impressed her that he wasusing that knowledge and experience in a constructive way.
    Unless he knew so much about having a driver’s license suspended from more personal experience….
    Lacey shook her head at the wayward direction of her thoughts. The concept that Randy could ever have had his license suspended because of drinking was preposterous. They had been out together for supper at a restaurant where alcoholic drinks were readily available, and the issue hadn’t even come up. Randy was also a committed Christian, active in his church. The only reason he didn’t have his car was because of the new parking regulations.
    Which reminded her that Randy currently needed transportation.
    Lacey spoke quickly, before someone else came to browse at the display. “Would you like a ride home again tonight?”
    He smiled hesitantly.
    Lacey’s foolish heart fluttered.
    â€œYeah, I’d like that. Thanks.”
    â€œMaybe we can do dinner again and talk more about Bryce’s computer? I don’t want to wait until the last minute and run out of time.”
    â€œSure. We can do that.”
    â€œThen I’ll see you at five.”
    The new volunteer arrived at the booth, right on time, ending their conversation. Randy waved to thepolice officer at the other end to signal his pending departure, and turned back to Lacey.
    â€œSee you later,” he said, and walked away.
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    Adrian Braithwaite unplugged the cord from between his guitar and the amp, wound it, fastened the Velcro strap and tossed it into the bin.
    â€œYou were late today,” he said as he watched Randy unplug another cord and do the same. “I thought you were going to be early. I even bought extra doughnuts.”
    â€œI can’t take my car to work anymore.”
    â€œThat didn’t really answer my question.”
    â€œYou didn’t ask a question.”
    Adrian waited for Randy to say more, but Randy didn’t elaborate. Not only did he not elaborate, Randy didn’t come up with a hundred and one farfetched excuses, nor did he respond with a lame joke. He was also very busy cleaning up instead of hiding in the kitchen eating the extra half a box of doughnuts while everyone else put everything away.
    Something wasn’t right. And Adrian was going to find out what it was.
    â€œThen how did you get to work?”
    â€œI’ve been using my inline skates.”
    Adrian frowned. “Really? Why didn’t you just take the bus? Oh, wait.” Adrian paused, remembering incidents from their younger days when he, Bob,Randy and their other friend Paul had taken the bus on many of their excursions. He couldn’t count the times they all had to disembark in a hurry because Randy had to go throw up, even when they sat in the front while they traveled to their chosen destination of the day. Randy’s parents laughed it off, but Bob’s mother always came to give them a ride whenever Randy couldn’t get back on the bus after being so violently sick.
    â€œYou don’t still get motion sickness, do you? I can see using the skates to get to the mall, but