Chapter TwoI awoke in the
late afternoon. The soft glow from the window showed Mary and Vusi
still sitting on the window-seat talking in low voices. They
hurried over when they saw me stir.
“Sammi, how do you
feel?” Mary was all concern.
“Thirsty,” I
croaked. Vusi held my head as Mary fed me some water.
“The Inspector
wants to talk to you,” Mary began, “I told him you were still
unconscious. They need to know what happened.”
“Henry shot
us.”
There was a
moment's silence as Vusi and Mary exchanged looks.“Are you sure,
sweetie?” asked Mary gently. “You are in shock and a little
confused.”
“Henry shot him
and me. I was there!” I said more strongly, feeling anger for the
first time—along with a great deal more pain. I winced.
Vusi squeezed my
hand in sympathy, saying, “I b
