| "Elena -" Elena was already at the front door. She closed it behind her, cutting off Aunt Judith's distant protests, and stepped out on to the front porch. And stopped. All the bad feelings of the morning rushed over her again. The anxiety, the fear. And the certainty that something terrible was about to happen. |
Det er vel ikke noe mystisk med menn med solbriller på og som føler seg ukomfortable sammen med andre mennesker vel? ...