“The traps! Rat traps; we forgot them. We’ll get them on the way back.” Burk was serious now, his high mood gone.
I suppose we all deal with the incredible in our own ways, taking in as much of it as we could at a time. Like they say how you would eat an elephant, one bite at a time. We were on the back porch of the next house.
“I heard something,” he whispered to me.
The door was unlocked but stuck, and when we shoved it open, we found an old woman lying on her side on the floor, half blocking the door. She was dead, I thought, but her eyelids fluttered.
“Oh, you came to say goodbye,” she got out. She looked at me and smiled. “Roger, how good of you to come. I can die a happy woman now. I knew you wouldn’t forget me.” Then she cried out in pain. As I grabbed her hand, she let out a lo
