“You look awful!” Lola declared. “C’mon, there’s no reason to get upset. We can’t do a damn thing but wait out this miserable storm.”
“I was hoping to call my husband.”
“I’d give that up. That caretaker fellow returned to the house a few minutes ago announcing that the cell phone tower is down and that bridge connecting us to the mainland has washed out. We’re like ten little Indians stranded in this spooky house.”
Meri unwittingly stepped back as if some powerful force had just pushed her in the chest. She thought a moment, then said, “Except that there are only nine of us – if you count Mr. Dawson.”
“Hum. Right you are,” Lola said with a hard smile. Her gaze seemed to envelope the younger woman for a moment, and in that moment, her eyes appeared to soften, which was another of many
