She opened her eyes, and there was nothing but the dark and the rain. She felt sick and dizzy, and she closed her eyes again, listening to the patter of the rain that had been going on for ever and ever. She tried to sink down into that blackness again where there was no feeling and no thinking.
But you can’t do that. The numbness was going. She tried to open her eyes again. And she was in a car with her head on a man’s shoulder. What man? What car? Going where?
She was afraid to stir. Before her she saw a windshield wiper, moving with a click; the headlights showed a muddy road lined with trees. All as it had been before. A nightmare that did not end when she awoke. What man?
What man?Charles was shot, she told herself. He was lying there, face down in the road. And there was nobody el
