Slowly her hands moved to the bottom of her sweater. She was twenty-five and into her third year of teaching. XXX She pulled her car over to the side of the lane and got out, after picking up her camera case. The jumbled mass of old stones and monuments bore no resemblance to the neat, precise layout of the cemetery map. Now that I think about it, she might not have been a woman after all.”
Marie felt bile rise in her throat. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, she realized, almost sensuous, in fact. ” Take’m off, bitch.”
Her knees and toes were buried in the mud. She took her sandals off and stepped between a row of tombstones, feeling the cool mud squish up between her toes as she moved to her left. ” I really have to go.”
His grip on her arm tightened. ” OK, that’s
