Chapter 22While waiting for a phone call from the police station, Zofia stood by herself in front of her bedroom mirror making various surprised and shocked expressions, in case an officer came to the door to give her the bad news.
“Oh, how terrible,” she said softly to herself and made her mouth turn down into a pout. “No. That's no good.” Then she squeezed her eyes and tried to produce some tears. When no tears came, she relaxed her face.
“Oh, my Goddess!” she mock-screeched and covered her face with her hands and began to boo-hoo into them as though crying.
Twenty minutes had passed since she and Tillie had made certain Dorian had been put into an ambulance.
The doorbell rang. Biddle moaned horribly within the walls of the old house, but never came out.
Zofia rushed downstairs to a
