Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for November 22, 1987

Transcript:

Luann: I twas one of those days. Gray...gloomy..Tuesday..3:12 pm. I'd put in a rough day at the office, solving crimes. By the time I left, it was starting to rain. A cold, wet, Humphrey Bogart kind of rain. Luann: As I turned up the collar on my trench coat, something-or someone-moved nearby. I turned.... It was Aaron Hill! Silently, he popped open his umbrella. It was blue. He looked at me. A car sped by. The sharp glare of it's headlights etched Aaron's silhouette against the slick street. For a second, time froze... Aaron fixed me with a steely gaze. Slowly, he moved closer, smiles and said: Luann, you dummy! you're getting soaked!