Bill glanced at his watch, glanced at the sky, then centered his gaze onme. She's niceenough--almost a town girl, don't you know--but she's trouble. Eveline found his eyes in hers serious and hurt like a dog's eyes. With luck and al the old transport orders he had in his inside pocket he was sure he could make it; hop across the border and then, once in a country free from nightmare, decide what to do.
I hadclimbed that ladder three times when I was twelve and then slunk backdown it again; once I turned thirteen, there could be no chickeningout--I really had to do it. , sometimes theirplace was on my face. It didn't feel any more like a dream at nine-thirty on a sullenly hotSunday morning. Everything was more or less the way it was supposed to be.
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