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and he was just tired enough not to care that he was destined to be berated for not going with her. It was the sound of his name that shattered the stillness. |
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"Theodore," she shouted, "come here!" |
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Dutifully, he trudged up the hill toward the gravesite. |
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"Is this it?" Betty Elizabeth played the beam of light down on Malcolm Frazier's headstone. In the middle of it sat the glass jar. |
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"That's it. Told you it wasn't anything to get excited about." |
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"But . . . but it's nothing more than an old . . . " she said in amazement. "It's a jar full of . . . " |
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"Precisely," he concluded for her, " . . . full of dirty water." |
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Betty Elizabeth bent over and put the flashlight up close to the jar to illuminate the contents. Then she studied it carefully. "I can tell you one thing," she announced. "There's more there than dirty water. I can see something in there." |
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"Like what?" Theodore yawned. He had had about all he wanted of his brother's mysterious jar. |
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She beckoned her husband down for a closer scrutiny of the cloudy vessel. A compliant Theodore bent over and peered into the murky contents. |
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"See right there?" she asked. She was point- |
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