Benny sat in the chair and watched him go. His hands gripped the chair−arms until his knuckles showed white. He began to swear slowly and obscenely, using words that he never spoke aloud. Then quite suddenly he put his hands over his face and began to cry.
21
June 6th, 3 p.m.
SADIE OPENED her eyes as the door swung open. She had fallen into an exhausted sleep and her dreams had been terrifying. She sat up on the bed, her hand going to her mouth and her eyes dark with fear.
Fan came in and shut the door behind her. The silk wrap that she wore outlined her full figure. There was no mistaking what she was.
Sadie caught her breath when she saw her. Her mouth was so dry that she couldn’t say anything.
“Take it easy,” Fan said, leaning against the door; “I’ve been told to have a little talk with you.”
Still Sadie couldn’t say anything. She continued to stare at her with growing horror.
Fan said crossly, “Don’t look at me like that. You’re givin’ me the heebies. Relax, sister.”
“Who are you?” Sadie managed to get out.