Chapter 11
Ruth heard the sound again. She put her hands on her hips, glaring at John. “Well, was there someone out there with you or not?”
“No,” John said. Then he rested a finger on his chin. “At least, I don’t think so. I was intently eavesdropping.”
Ruth studied John’s face a moment. He seemed genuine.
She heard the sound again. “What is that? It sounds like someone…”
“Weeping,” Loretta filled in.
“Yeah.”
Loretta crept over to the door, approaching the source of the crying. She peered through the circular window, standing on her tiptoes. Over her shoulder, she whispered, “Oh, boy.”
“Who is it?” Ruth asked.
“It’s Francesca.”
A wrinkle creased Ruth’s brow, and she padded over, joining her friend at the window. Sure enough, it was Francesca—she was sitting in one of the chairs i
