![]() ![]() I screamed, "Bill Compton! Come out now!" ![]() ![]() I stood in the center of the oldest part of the graveyard, surrounded by monuments and modest tombstones, in the company of the dead. I had thought I was going to the house on the other side, the Compton house: but then I knew Bill must be here, somewhere in this six acres of bones and stones. I came out of the woods and began to dash through the cemetery, the beam of the flashlight bobbing before me. As Sam's calming influence began to evaporate, I began to run, tearing my cheeks on branches, scratching my legs on thorny vines. I turned left to the woods and began to make my way through them, slowly and carefully at first. I stood in the pouring warm rain, my hair plastered to my skull and my dress clinging wetly to my skin. I had on a sleeveless denim dress and a pair of sandals, what I'd pulled on that morning after Jason had called me. ![]() It didn't matter that it was still raining. When I almost could not see, I went outside. I sat at the table while the darkness began to fill the kitchen. I felt his lips on my forehead and then a minute later I heard the door slam. "I want to thank you some time, but I can't thank you now. Sam only spoke to me to direct me to the next task.īy the time the light was growing dim, I had the cleanest house in Renard Parish. ![]()
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