One side of her face was mottled red; it must fade before Con came. He wouldn’t accept any explanatory lie about a wave knocking her down.
She didn’t expect to find food edible but it was more than that. It was worth increasing the ache in her jaw. With the coffee courage returned. She could ask, “What’s the latest? I haven’t had the radio on nor seen a paper.”
“No news,” Kew replied. “No sign of Con. The papers are saying unofficially that he’s left this neighborhood, maybe gone into Mexico.”
“The papers are silly.” Dare was blunt. “He’s not leaving till he sweeps up. Con wouldn’t.”
That was true. He hadn’t run away. Not when he’d told Griselda to keep a candle burning here. He would come at his first opportunity. She didn’t know how much was safe to say; she didn’t know where Dare fi
