Julie had a feeling that if one day an angel descended to this world it would surely look like that. The one-armed boy looked more like a heavenly messenger than a hellish one. But Watson probably knew the local beliefs; he must have been very serious about what he said. This made Julie anxious.
“John, please don’t get out,” she said. “What if he’s telling the truth?”
John looked back at her with such an easy smile, as if he feared nothing.
“Trust me!” he said and pushed open his door. He pulled Watson, who was still swearing, out with him.
“Don’t you believe me? You’ll see. We’ll all die!”
Julie opened her door too and stepped out of the car. She wanted to see the events from up close.
The boy did not say a word—his beautiful horse stamped in the dust, and it looked like as if it
