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CHAPTER FOUR

Thankfully, though the towing service was able to get there bright and early after all. The towing service got her car and they headed for the town of Kinsey. In town, they determined that it would be several days till they could get her car back on the road. They had to order some new parts for it. Karen inquired where was a good place to stay in the meantime. They referred her to a little rooming house across from the garage.

After thanking them, she set about arranging her accommodations for the duration of her stay. She stepped across the street and entered the rooming house. Miss Lily's Bed & Breakfast a tile hanging above the doorway read. The building was a simple white frame structure almost house- like instead of a hotel. Karen figured it was probably a single family home at one time but had since been converted. She stepped up to the door and rang the bell. It was some time before a little old lady came and answered her. She wore one of the house dresses and fluffy slippers. Her hair was dyed a bluish unnatural shade of gray.

"Hello there ma'am!" Karen said. "The kind people at the garage referred your establishment to me. I was wondering if I could get a room here."

"Well let's see now." The lady fiddled with a strand of blue-gray hair. "They did, did they?"

"This is a boarding house right?" Karen was slightly impatient now.

"Yes, it was. a long time ago." The lady frowned. "I'm Miss Lily, I just haven't had anyone staying here in such a long time. Forgive my manners. How long will you be needing the room?"

"Maybe a week or more," Karen explained. "I'm not sure how long it will take them to fix my car."

"Well, I charge fifty dollars a week for room and board." Miss Lily informed her. "Do you want the room?"

"Yes that's fine, I'll take it." Karen consented.

"Good, then let me show you to it." Miss Lily smiled.

Miss Lily showed her up to a small but comfortable bedroom. The room had ample furnishings and a door in one side opened up to a nicely equipped private bath.

"I used to make breakfast at eight o'clock, lunch at noon, and supper at five. That suit you okay?" the hostess inquired.

"That suits me just fine." Karen replied.

Then Miss Lily showed her a few more things. The living room area, the dining room, the rear parlor, and the wonderful flower garden. Then she left Karen to herself and her thoughts. It was then and only then that Karen realized that she had never returned Logan's strange shirt and the borrowed pair of sweats.

Hmmm. I really don't know anything about that guy. I doubt I'd be able to find that place again. Maybe someone in the town knows how to get it back to him. I'll have to ask around. She pondered.

It was only about 10 o'clock then so Karen decided to check out the little strip of a town until it was time for lunch. Looking around she saw a little bank, a post office, a grocery store, a hardware, a tailor's, and a little café. There was also a few residential homes scattered about the town here and there.

Wow! This town really is small! I don't even see a police department. I hope the crime isn't bad here. But somehow I doubt it is. Somehow.this place feels safe. Karen concluded in her thoughts that she would try to stay here for a little while. Then she thought maybe the post office was a good place to check into returning Logan's things. So she walked into the small country building.

"Hello ma'am." A kindly old man answered from behind the wooden counter. "How can I help you?"

"Uh.this is a long shot but maybe you can help me find someone." Karen stammered not sure how she was going to get this man to give her someone's private address.

"It's against policy to release a person's home address with out their prior consent." The man told her politely.

"Well, please let me explain." Karen figured it was worth a shot anyway. "You see I wrecked my car last night up the road in the mountains. Some kind gentleman helped me get a tow truck and let me stay at his cabin till they came. It was really late so the garage couldn't get my car till the morning and the gentleman loaned me a change of clothes. Mine had gotten all muddy when I tried to change my tire. Well, I rode to town with the towing service this morning and didn't realize till I got here that I never gave the clothes back. I wanted to try and return them somehow. The man said his name was Logan I think, but he never did tell me his last name. He has a little boy named Justin and some lady named Lucille baby sits for him. That's all I know."

"He said his name was Logan?" The postmaster had a thoughtful look on his face. "Well, hmmm.it's illegal for me to give out an address. Lucille is Logan's mother, she baby-sits for him. If you talk to her I'm sure she can give Gle.uh..Logan that stuff back for you. I don't think she'd mind if I told you where she lives."

"Oh could you please?" Karen was hopeful.

"Sure," the guy chuckled. "You seem like a nice enough young lady. Mrs. Jacobs house is the last one on the left if you go to the end of town towards the way you came in."

"Oh thank you! Thank you very much Mister." Karen hadn't seen a name tag.

"O'Malley. And you're most welcome Miss.?" Postmaster O'Malley inquired.

"It's Grey.Karen Grey." Karen shook his hand in farewell.