“All right, I'll get the wagon. If it looks like there's time, I'll pick up the clothes. I suggest we meet out back. If you take her through the front, there might be trouble. Give me at least thirty to forty-five minutes before you come down.”
Lorenz paced the room, smoking one rolled cigarette after the other until the place smelled worse than before. The open window did nothing but let in very little air and flies.
“And every other flying insect,” he muttered to himself as he swatted at the wasp that flew in looking for water. He tried fanning the flies away from Margareatha, but that proved futile. He checked his pocket watch again. Thirty-five minutes since Daniel had left. It was time to wake Rita make it down the stairs and out the back. He prayed she'd be reasonable.
“Come on, R
