Elyse had had enough. She couldn�t wait any longer. What should she do? What could she do? She squinted toward the house, wind and rain pelting her face. She could see nothing more than tall weeds and willow branches flailing angrily in her direction.
She wasn�t going back to that house. Not now - not ever! She
turned and ran up the old dirt road, through the tall wheat, then up across the top of the canal bank toward her family�s farm, toward shelter. To dry off, to wait � an endless wait.
***
Her body trembled. She took another sip. Elyse strained to see
the outline of the distant old mansion from the kitchen window. Nothing. Darkness had blotted it out as if it never existed. She opened the backdoor and let Moxie, their large German Shepard into the house, then locked all the doors and windows, turned the heater on and returned to the kitchen.
An hour passed. Night fell dark and furious. Finally the storm
seemed to recede. Lightening flashed and thunder rumbled in the
distance. Light from a full moon broke through small gaps between the storm clouds, making the field between her family�s ranch house and the old mansion scarcely visible.
Elyse rose and began pacing. �Where are they?" she said out loud. "They know the area. They know how to get back to my house. Where are they?" She stopped, pushed the curtain back from the kitchen window, and stared out toward the mansion. "Are they dead? Are they all dead?"
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