Chapter 11
The afternoon was eventless. Shannon and Jared took turns napping on the couch while Charity sat between them, zoned out on movie matinees and commercials.
When the doorbell rang at seven o’clock Jared answered it, his gun tucked into the front of his pants and hidden by his shirttail. Shannon and Charity hid in the hallway.
“Don’t worry,” Charity said, giving Shannon’s hand a comforting squeeze. “It’s not him. He only comes after dark.”
It turned out to be the pizza delivery guy. Large pepperoni, extra cheese, and an order of bread sticks.
The sun set at a quarter to nine. Charity watched it through the kitchen’s sliding glass door while she ate. Shannon and Jared pretended not to notice how her enthusiasm for food diminished steadily as she tracked the sun down the
