Page 7 (1/2)

It ca distant bees One shot And then a second shot, precise and cold, and far away

Her body winced again and for so, and never wanting to stop screah the house and once more threide the door

The echoes were dying away, away

Gone

She waited in the yard, her face pale, for five minutes

Finally, with slow steps, her head down, she wandered about the pillared roo, until finally she sat alone in the darkening wine roolass with the hem of her scarf

And then, fro on the thin, small rocks

She rose up to stand in the center of the quiet roo to bits

The footsteps hesitated outside the door

Should she speak? Should she cry out, "Come in, oh, come in"?

She went forward a few paces

The footsteps walked up the ramp A hand twisted the door latch

She smiled at the door

The door opened She stopped s

It was her husband His silver lowed dully