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she repeated. "What kind of jar? A jar full of what?" |
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"I don't know what was in it," he admitted. Suddenly he felt a little foolish trying to explain the bizarre object he had so carefully concealed all these months. |
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Peggy shook her head, all the while scanning the somber surroundings. She didn't understand, and at this point she didn't want to understand what was going on in his mind. All she really wanted to do now was get away from this place, and if Charlie would ask her, she was ready to admit that she wanted to get away from him as well. |
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Instead, while he continued to search their surroundings, she walked up to the crest of the hill and looked out over the edge into the craggy rocks below. It was easy to reconstruct the terrible scene of Betty Elizabeth's death, fortified as she was by Seacraft's all too vivid description. To her surprise, the car was still there, a charred chunk of metal that just yesterday had been shiny and new. She hadn't known the woman very long, but in the short space of time she did know her, she knew her well enough to know that the words "expensive" and "new" described the only kind of car they would be seen in. Idly she wondered how they would ever get the car out of its resting place in the jagged rocks. |
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While she was still occupied with her |
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