WhyMrs. Lattimer’s body jerked in the seat. She felt herself suddenly drawing away, almost physically, from a sinister nightmare presence that lay In a cave somewhere Inside her, waiting to spring oat with a shattering roar. She tuned her head from ride to ride several times, unconsciously, as though to ease a stiff neck. “Linda,” she whispered, “why do you say such unkind things, Linda?”
“I’m not Linda. Are you sick, Mrs. Lattimer?”
“I’m a little dizzy, darling. That’s all. Nothing serious, really. I’ll just pull up here for a minute till it passes.”
“I am awful sorry you’re sick. I like you.”
“Thank you. I want you to. So much.” She felt better. The lurking monster in the cave drew back almost out of sight. Her mind was cool and controlled. She didn’t even have to stop the car. She w
