Only when she realized that no one else was moving either and Patsy had yet to stop screaming did she decide that someone had to do something. Charlotte rushed over to Patsy. “It’s okay.” She pulled Patsy even farther away from the gruesome sight and placed herself squarely between Patsy and the urn. Keeping a firm hold on Patsy, she barked out instructions over her shoulder for the men. “Hey, one of you go call the police.” Both men were pale and seemed to be as mesmerized by the sight of the bones as Charlotte had been. Neither of them moved, nor did they show any indication that they had heard her. And no wonder, Charlotte thought, what with Patsy still screaming like a banshee. Charlotte turned to Patsy, grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook as hard as she could. “Stop it! Stop that screaming right now, or I—I’ll slap the fool out of you.” Patsy stopped screaming, but the moaning sounds she began making were almost as bad. With a moan of her own, Charlotte turned back to the men.
