Swell. But it wouldn't keep the sand from tearing through her eyeballs and flaying her alive.
Wrap in nylon nightgowns? Ridiculous.
Spacesuit?
Annie went through the one-room house as fast as she could. No spacesuit. Why should he have one?
Three minutes left.
Sand was blowing under the hemisphere, piling up at one end and oozing out beneath.
It was possible she would simply be buried.
The refrigerator!
That wasn't a refrigerator. Only a cabinet, loosely joined.
Annie went outside, on the side where the field of lichens grew up a smooth, stone hill. The red devil was whistling at her now; a low, insinuating whistle.