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"Of course I'm sure," he shot back at her. "I was just out here this afternoon." |
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"This isn't the way I remembered it." |
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"Everything looks different in the dark." The words weren't even out of his mouth before he realized that it was the kind of statement that only proved what his wife said about him being boring. "Sorry," he muttered. |
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They reached the crest of the hill where the gravel drive ended and crawled out of the car into the damp chill of the night air. The moon was full, thinly veiled by a deck of high, thin cirrus clouds. It gave their surroundings a hazy, murky, almost brooding look. |
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"I don't like this," she chattered nervously. |
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"Dammit," he spit, "of course you don't like it. Sane people are supposed to be home in bed." |
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"Where is it? Where's the grave?" |
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Theodore pointed up into the darkness. "Up there, on the rise, overlooking the harbor, close to that big tree." |
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Betty Elizabeth switched on her flashlight and started defiantly up the rise, dancing the harsh yellow circle of light off the ground in front of her. The sound of dried leaves cracking under her feet betrayed the fact that she was moving with trepidation. |
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Theodore slumped back against the fender of the car and waited. It was just late enough |
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