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shoulder, and it flew open. The trick has nothing to do with leverage, power, or even technique. It was simply a flimsy, half-rotten door. |
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Apparently Glenna was still too busy to tend to her chores. The house was a mess. We sifted through the clutter until we uncovered the table with its starkly simple shrine. "There it is," I muttered, pointing to the brooding sarcophagus. |
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B.C. watched while I picked it up and rotated it in my hands. It was surprisingly heavy and intricately detailed. |
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"Elliott," she hissed, "are you going to tell me what this is all about?" |
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"Look! Look closely. What do you see?" |
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Brenda sighed. "Oh, all right, I'll play your little game. I see the same thing I saw the other dayan ugly little chunk of carved stone that's supposed to represent some sort of second-rate, half-forgotten deity. Okay?" B.C.'s voice was getting testier by the minute. |
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"More than that. Look again!" |
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The young woman must have detected something in my voice. She retrieved the sarcophagus and looked at it again, this time a little more critically. "All right, I'll admit I'm obviously missing something. Just what is it I'm supposed to be seeing?" |
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"But you were fascinated with it yesterday," I reminded her. |
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"That was yesterday. Now I just want to |
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