“We’ve got to hurry,” said Richard.
“Why?” Susie asked.
“Before—somebody else comes. I don’t want to upset you; but we’ve got to hurry.”
“All right!” she said, after a moment. “Have you got a car?”
“Just down the road.”
In the doorway, she looked back, and Eve was still sitting there in that hunched, ungainly attitude, defeated, guilty. Guilty of Heaven knew what; but it was a burden that crushed her. “Come!” Richard said, and he opened the door. The thunder was trailing away, the lightning flickered on the horizon, but the rain still fell steadily.
“Sorry to have to go through this rain,” he said. “Can you run?”
“Sure I can run,” she said, briefly.
He took her arm, and they ran together down the boardwalk, past Eve’s car, and along the muddy road to a little sedan.
“Here we are!”
