the windshield wipers seemed to taunt her. As she left Boston, Edna had been preoccupied by traffic and lights and detours until she reached the interstate. Then, trying to plan how to secure the house against a major storm, she thought about Albert and what he would do. This made her remember that she had forgotten again to phone him last night. Did he miss her as much as she missed him? Was he thinking about her, or was he having too good a time with Dr. Isaacs? I’ll call as soon as I get home, she thought. It was about then that the wipers began their ceaseless chant as rain beat down on the car. The weather got worse as Edna neared the Rhode Island state line. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she fought to keep her Buick on the road. Momentarily blinded each time a passing car or truck sprayed the windshield, she began to wish she had stayed with Starling. Too late now, she scolded herself. For a moment, she thought about turning on the radio to find out what the storm was doing, but she decided not to take her hands from the wheel or her eyes off the road, not even for a second.
