NEW PLANS
The sky seemed to open wide and a great torrent of rain descended on the heat-ridden earth, but Janet and Helen, in the shelter of the truck, were safe.
“All right, honey?” demanded Helen’s father, and, assured that his daughter was no more than bruised and weary, he turned to Janet.
“How about you, Janet?” he asked.
“Tired and dirty—that’s all,” she managed to smile.
“Here’s blankets,” he said, picking two off a pile on the floor of the truck. “Throw these around your shoulders.”
The air was chill now and the girls obeyed without hesitation for their own clothes were in a bad state of disrepair.
“How did you find us?” asked Helen when they were seated on the floor of the truck, and bouncing along toward the main highway which would take them back to Hollywood.