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Probably would’ve screamed if I’d found a foot there. But the covers were smooth. Beside the other end of the bed was another table. There was a chair nearby. Everything in that room was nearby. It was about the smallest room I’d ever seen, and I pitied any person who had to live in such tight quarters. Why, there was hardly enough space for the bed. It was pushed up tight into a corner, and you couldn’t even open the door without whacking the table by its foot. Standing there, I felt like an intruder on someone’s misery.
I tried not to think about what he was doing to Mary. I tried to keep my mind busy figuring a way to save my own hide. The knife in my pocket was pressed between my leg and the floor. I could get to it. But even with the weapon in hand, what chance would I have against such a monster? He’d get me for sure if I tried to scamper out from under the bed. The only thing to do was wait and pray and hope he’d leave without finding me. I spent a lot of time staring out at the room. There wasn’t much to see.
I wasn’t sure what that might entail, but it scared me plenty. My mouth got dry and my heart started whamming so hard I could barely catch my breath. “It’s awfully late,” I said. “And I really am in quite a rush. ” With that, she steered me into an alley. “No, please,” I protested. ” Sue was just about my own height. She might’ve outweighed me some. But I was strong for my size, and quick. Could’ve broken away from her, if I’d tried. Didn’t try. For one thing, I didn’t relish losing my one and only guide through dangerous territory.