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Chapter 18 As I feared, it took nearly twice as long as it should have to reach Runde. The wind grew stronger with each gust, always trying to push my little car over into the next lane, and the rain was so dense the visibility was down to mere feet. I had to slow to a crawl, following a safe distance behind what I recognized as the bumper of Andrew's car. Luckily, almost no one else was out driving in this weather. We pretty much had the road to ourselves. Finally, we reached the turnoff for Runde. The hairpin turn on the dirt road overlooking the lake shore was scarier than usual, and I took it a lot slower than Andrew did. By the time I reached the bottom of the hill, his tail lights were nowhere to be seen. I pulled into a spot at the back of the meeting hall parking lot and shut of