I didn’t sleep so good that night. When it was beginning to get light, I opened my eyes, wide awake. It came to me, then, that Nicaragua wouldn’t be quite far enough.
Chapter 14
When she got off the train she had on a black dress, that made her look tall, and a black hat, and black shoes and stockings, and didn’t act like herself while the guy was loading the trunk in the car. We started out, and neither one of us had much to say for a few miles.
“Why didn’t you let me know she died?”
“I didn’t want to bother you with it. Anyhow, I had a lot to do.”
“I feel plenty bad now, Cora.”
“Why?”
“I took a trip while you were away. I went up to Frisco.”
“Why do you feel bad about that?”
“I don’t know. You back there in Iowa, your mother dying and all, and me up in Frisco having a good time.”