getting rid of it any day now."
That was no lie.
She nodded and then stopped knitting. "You
never did bring that doll into the house."
"No, but I guess I will, if it's still all right." "Considering what else has been brought here,"
she said. smirking, "there's no reason not to. I'd much
rather have that doll around than that Mr. Skeeter," "Yes," I said. smiling. "So would I."
I left her knitting, but sinking deeper and
deeper into her own thoughts and worries. They were
written in the darkening lines on her face and I was
truly very concerned about her.
When I stepped outside. I saw that a heavily
overcast sky had thickened the darkness. There was
just enough of a glow from the house lights to outline
the way to the motor home. Tyler had chosen a good
night to arrive unseen. I thought. I saw that he hadn't
put on any lights in the motor home either, but as I
drew closer. I did see he had lit one of the candles we
had in the kitchen. The light flickered in the windows.
He was being so careful. A veil of secrecy had been
cast like a net over the motor home and both of us. It made what we were about to do seem even more
forbidden.
I opened the door slowly and entered, closing it
softly behind me. I realized I was tiptoeing. too. When
I looked into the living room. I saw Destiny
silhouetted in the shadows. but I didn't see Tyler. For
a moment I had the chilling idea that Destiny had lit
the candle.
"Tyler?"
"Back here," I heard. He was in Uncle Palaver's