1963 - One Bright Summer Morning - Plot & Excerpts
Light came from the brilliant desert moon, seeping through the slits in the shutters and for some moments Zelda watched Carrie. Then with infinite care, she pushed aside the sheet and sat up. She waited, scarcely breathing, then she swung her feet to the floor.Silence brooded over the ranch house. Zelda made no further move for some moments. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to make up her mind whether to take the risk of creeping out of the ranch house and over to the cabin or to return to bed. She didn't know if the fat Italian was awake. She thought it was probable by now he was sleeping, but she couldn't be sure.She burned for Riff. If she could reach him, she had no doubt that he could get her away from this place. She had to reach him!She stood up. Motionless, her heart thumping, she stared at Carrie, but as Carrie made no movement, she picked up the shirt and trousers she had left on a chair by the bed. Very cautiously, she slipped into the trousers, dropped her nightdress on the bed, then put on the shirt.Carrie moved in her sleep and Zelda froze, her heart fluttering.
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