Old Peppe had used his sleeve on the glass yesterday to try and wipe it so he could look out. He looked around for the binoculars he knew were around here somewhere. He could see movement through the trees – barely. There were so many people on the site today. Why? What had they found? Surely nothing too important. He'd watched as they'd thrown body after body into that grave originally. Nasty business that. He'd wanted to help, but not being strong any longer, and with his mind wandering the way it did, no one trusted him with anything. In fact, no one even came and talked to him anymore. He was a prisoner in his own home. Dependent on his son for food. His daughter...well he hadn't even seen her hardly since the quake. He missed his old life. The brief glimpses of better days. His wife's death had devastated him. He didn't even remember how long ago that had been.
