“Or what morgue,” said Ralph.
“Jesus,” said Sylvia.
“There’s no point in not facing the truth,” said Ralph. “Naomi did say she thought Grant was dead.”
“Naomi doesn’t know. She was also hysterical.”
“She said Grant was bleeding.”
“She still doesn’t know.” Sylvia was insistent. Ralph wanted to insist right back at her, but backed off. I had the fleeting thought it was because he still entertained hopes of getting in her pants and didn’t want to get her upset.
“True,” said Ralph. “She doesn’t know.”
“I’m worried about Penelope,” I said.
“Sure,” said Ralph, “but I’m also worried that we are just standing here doing nothing, while the world slides away from us.”
We all tracked our eyes across the horizon. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but I saw that the horizon was impossibly fa
