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the devil stepped in. Right on the verge of the lad's suicide here comes the dark angel saying, "You done something pretty bad son. You were selfish and wanted too much good. It's a pity a boy like you had to come to this.", and then the devil sprung the deal on the young lad,

"Tel you what, since you were going to commit suicide anyway, and I can understand why. I mean, son, you got every right to feel guilty; so I'm going to make it worthwhile for you. I'm going to help you do some good."

Now the boy didn't know it, but the devil would already have his soul if he committed suicide. The devil, however, knew something else that the boy didn't know. Satan knew the boy would never have committed suicide! It was a trick; just a trick to get the fellow to go through with it.

So the devil said, "Son, I'll bring a cool fall rain down on this place as soon as you're gone. I'm going to get your soul anyway, but I'll do this for you because I know you meant no harm to the rest of the world."

And the boy agreed. Oh summer ended, but Satan got another soul. He's won another round in his sneaky old way.. You got to remember that the devil likes to play the game too."

"That's a fine story mister, but I still like summer and I'd still keep it summer if I could." Brady slouched down and hung his arm out, cutting through the wind as the car sped down the road.

"Well, then, boys, looks like this is where I get off. If you'll stop the car please my lad."

"But we're still three miles from town. Nothing out here but fields and dust road." Ralph didn't understand this old man at all.

"Jut the same, I'd be obliged if you'd stop here." The old man's eyes met Ralph's in the rear view mirror.

Ralph stopped.

The old man opened the door and stepped down into the dust of the road. He shook hands with Brady and warned, "Remember, my friend, too much of a good thing can bring you just as much harm as not enough. More harm maybe."

Brady was about to say just the same, but the old man walked away down the road; back in the direction they had come.

Ralph slid the car into gear, "Strange one, that one. You believe anything he said?"

"Naw, just some old geezer been in the sun too long." Brady leaned forward and switched on the radio.

"That's all for news and now the weather.

Meteorologists predict unseasonably hot weather through October and into November."

Brady and Ralph stared at each other with disbelieving eyes. Brady broke the spell saying, "Don't care how hot it gets, ain't my fault.", then, as if talking to someone not there he looked into the back seat, "Ya hear, it ain't my fault!"

Then, the boys, seeing the look on each other's face broke into laughter; laughter that lasted the rest of the way into town; laughter that begged rain and the end of the summer.

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