“Look toward the side road,” directed Veve.
Jane trained the glass in that direction. The only living object in her line of vision was a lean white horse with an old fashioned buggy attached.
The buggy had pulled up at the side of a dirt road beyond the park boundary. Contentedly, the old horse grazed on grass. Her owner was nowhere visible.
“I don’t see anyone with a sack,” Jane complained. “I guess you were kidding us, Veve.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Veve denied. “She was there a moment ago. Here, let me have that glass again.”
She took it from Jane. But after studying the roadside area intently, acknowledged that the woman no longer was there.
“That’s funny,” commented Veve. “She must have disappeared somewhere in this park. But what’s she doing with a sack?”
“You’re sure you actually saw her?” Eileen questioned doubtfully.
“Of course! The buggy is proof I did!”
“What did she look like?” questioned Rosemary.