"When I was a little girl, my family came up here on Sundays to visit my uncle. I used to play around in the hills while they were so engrossed in their deep adult conversation. One day I just found it. I didn't tell anybody about it, and used it for a secret hideaway ... when the war came, I remembered it. Once in a while I go to my uncle's house just over the rise for things I need, but most of the time I've been here." She finished braiding her hair and leaned back on the bed.
"I lived in the open," Clark said moodily. "With the grass for a mattress and the sky for cover." He glanced around, "I think I'll like it here, better." Dianne raised an eyebrow.
"Keep the gleam out of your eyes or else you'll be roughing it again," she said jokingly. He laughed and sat down beside her.
"Where did you get the candles?" Clark motioned to several wax lumps scattered about.
"Uncle liked them, so...."
"Yeah," she yawned. "Tired?" he asked.
"Very." There was a silence.
"Ever read the Bible?"
"Some."
"I remember a verse that I read a long time ago ... it sort of stuck in my mind."