Chapter 17: A Quilt for...
On Friday morning, Jerusha awakened in the back of Henry’s car, covered by spread-out newspapers and the thin blanket. She lay there a long time, drifting in and out of sleep. Finally she roused herself and looked at Reuben’s old watch. It was almost noon. She had tried to sleep during the night and early morning to conserve her strength but had awakened several times when she got too cold, and when that happened she started the car and let the heater run for ten minutes or so until she warmed up.
She was thankful she had put some sandwiches and fruit in her bag when she left home. More than ever she realized she must eat to keep up her strength. But the longer this dragged on, the more she realized how dangerous her situation was. Something had happened to Hen
