There was no doubt the library was a picture of expensive comfort; or that it was beyond compare with the grim motel room. Yet the women felt no ease. They were locked in here, waiting to see what fate awaited them. Waiting to see who would come. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Silently they sat by the window, an unstated understanding that any conversation could only scare them more. When the door was finally unlocked its effect was to generate terror.
‘You come with me; I’ll be back for you later.’ Mr Paul pointed first at Maria and then Ellen. Maria stood and tried to hide her fear, holding out her hand she touched Ellen’s shoulder.
‘I’ll be okay. At least the waiting’s over.’ Turning, she walked towards Mr Paul, her eyes to the floor so she did not meet his.
‘So sad, Maria? That is okay,
