Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
He was
wearing
a flannel shirt open over a dirty t-shirt, cut-off jeans, and sandals. He took half a step toward me.
"Hello," I mumbled, a knee-jerk reaction. Then I quickly looked away and walked faster toward
the
corner. I could hear them laughing at full volume behind me.
"Hey, wait!" one of them called after me again, but I kept my head down and rounded the corner
with a
sigh of relief. I could still hear them chortling behind me.
I found myself on a sidewalk leading past the backs of several somber-colored warehouses, each
with
large bay doors for unloading trucks, padlocked for the night. The south side of the street had no
sidewalk, only a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire protecting some kind of engine parts
storage
yard. I'd wandered far past the part of Port Angeles that I, as a guest, was intended to see. It was
getting
annaabi.ee 
