There was a twittering of birds and a scolding of squirrels in the trees. Everything was drenched with the fragrance of newly-washed fruitful earth. Dona spread two of the slats in the blinds apart and looked out. All that was left of the rain was a muddy puddle in the road. Her watch told her it was twenty-five minutes after ten. Either the servant from the big house had come and gone or the coffee and breakfast Blair Sterling had promised would be along shortly. She walked, yawning, into the bathroom and examined the negligee she’d hung on the shower rail to dry. It was still damp but wearable. After brushing her teeth and bathing her face, she walked back into the living room. The soles of her feet hurt her. She could see traces of blood that hadn’t been wiped up. The main room was cool, getting a breeze through the open windows. Dona opened the front door, making sure the screen door was locked, then stood looking up the road. If no one from the big house showed up by eleven o’clock, she would dress and drive into town for breakfast.
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