Chapter Eight
In Interim
Three days passed with excruciating slowness.There were hours when Atty would stay in bed, drifting between sleep and restlessness.Several times she would climb the ladders up to the parapet to stare out over the compound walls, toward the direction where Bearinger lay.The rest of the time she would prowl the perimeter of the compound, walking in endless circles around and around the interior, sometimes for hours at a time.
Countless eyes watched her guardedly, protectively, but only a small handful of people dared to approach her.Talk with her.Try and coax her back into the warmth of the lodge.To many she resembled a caged animal relentlessly pacing the limited confines of her cell.
She ate alone, taking all her meals in the new lodge.MaGrath checked on her ev
