“No; whatever she took, she wouldn’t take her! But she took Mr. Northrup, all right. Her kind takes just fierce! I sense her.”
Noreen looked blank.
“Tell me about the heathen, Jan-an,” she said. “What did he eat when Uncle Peter wouldn’t let him have Ginger?”
“I don’t know, but I did miss two rabbits.”
“Live ones, Jan-an?” Noreen’s eyes widened.
“Sure, live ones. Everything’s live till it’s killed. I ain’t saying he et ’em ’live.”
“Maybe the rabbits got away,” Noreen suggested hopefully.
“The Lord knows! Maybe they did.” Then Jan-an 218 added further information: “I guess your father has gone for good!”
“Took?” Noreen was not now overcome by grief.
“No, just gone. He gave me a dollar.”