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thoughts, she heard a car door slam. She turned to see Charlie trudging back up the hill carrying a pick, shovel and lantern. He was headed back to his father's tomb. |
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"What the hews all that for?" she demanded. |
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"I've got to know what happened." |
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She stopped him again, this time by moving in between him and the gravesite. "Damn it, Charlie, this has gone far enough. If you don't tell me what this is all about, I'm leaving. So help me, I'll take the car and leave you stranded out here." |
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Charlie's brows furrowed into a tight knot over his squinted eyes. "You don't understand. I've got to know. My father hated me. It's all mixed up. He died and gave everything to my brother. In his eyes, Theodore was everything. I was nothing. Theodore got everything. I got nothing. You don't understand. Nobody does." |
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"But your father's dead. I don't see what this proves." |
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It was obvious now that Charlie was becoming more and more disturbed. Reluctantly, Peggy withdrew. She stepped aside, and he lit the lantern and buried the nose of the spade in the soft earth. She could hear him muttering as he went about his grisly chore. "I've got to know if it worked." |
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"This whole damn thing is obscene," Peggy |
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