Did Lucy giggle, I wonder, when she told her aunt? Damn fool creature was always giggling…giggling or hissing like a venom-toothed snake, either one extreme or the other. The child or the devil, with not much in between.
Nothing moved behind that sun-streaked glass, and after a few minutes, Arlene began to feel as foolish as she no doubt looked. Really, what do you hope to accomplish by taking potshots at a corpse? Shaking her head, she muttered, “All you’d do is drive Lucy out of there much too early, ruin the plan. Have to get Lucy out in the open.”
Which would be the perfect time to go destroy Mrs. Husa’s corpse, make sure nothing could reanimate it, Mrs. Campbell thought with excitement. She had planned to call Anna as soon as she spotted little Lucy that evening (If you do go trick-
