Chapter 31 31

THEIR night came unheralded.

Kennicott was on a country call. It was cool but Carol huddled on the porch, rocking, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though she sighed, "I ought to go in and read-so many things to read-ought to go in," she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, to