“That evening, less than half an hour after we dropped the old man off, we had the accident.” Ivan continued. His sapphire eyes were dark with grief and malice.
Tristram sat transfixed by his teacher. They were at the back of the mini-bus, close together in intense conversation. The driver of the mini-bus, Thommo, and the other teachers – Meryl Hancock and her husband Casey, were in a pleasant conversation oblivious to the dark tale being told only a few seats behind them.
“Charlotte and I were talking about how the old man spooked us. Then Charlotte remembered where she had seen him before. He was a friend of our grandmother. She must have given him Melvin Dubrelle’s account to read, and that was how he was able to freak us out – by pretending to be the witch doctor from the story. Righ
