Susan was able to see the door open, and then close again. She couldn't tell for sure whether Edmond went inside. If he didn't, then he should be back to the car soon, if not, then in fifteen minutes she would go for the cops. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard, making note of the time. Then she got out of the car, leaving the door open, and looked around, trying to get a better vantage point of the door, but without allowing herself to be seen from inside the house. She couldn't see Edmond at all. She got back in the car, closing the door as quietly as she could.
What could she do for fifteen minutes? If she sat and watched the clock, it would drive her crazy. She wished she had brought her MP3 player, at least then she could listen to music. She closed the door as quietly as she could, and turned on the radio, keeping the volume low. Her usual presets didn't work this far from Seattle, so she put in a CD. The CD was an old album that she didn't listen to very much. The singer sang something about a ghost in a wishing well, and went on to sing something about heroes often failing. She hoped that this song was not being prophetic about the current situation. She hit the button to play the next track.
The next track just depressed her more. She ejected the CD, and looked for another one to put in. While she was looking, she discovered one that Lena had given her, by a group she'd never heard of; The Martin's. She decided that this was an appropriate occasion to listen to this CD; she put it in.
It was religious music, but, unlike the other CD, it was very upbeat, and hopeful. The singer was telling Susan to count her blessings. Right now, Susan didn't feel very blessed. She was far from home, with someone she'd just met, well, not really even with him any more. She was worried about her friend, who might already be dead. Edmond might be dead now, too, for all she knew. And it was her job to sit here for another (she glanced at the clock) eleven minutes and then go for help. Still, there was something to what The Martin's were singing. She was, in fact, basically okay. She was breathing; she had eaten three times during the day; in fact, she couldn't remember the last time that she had missed a meal. Right now her stomach was churning, but that was not because of a lack of food, or even because of the quality of what she had eaten that day, it was only because she was worried about her friend. She had gas in her car, thanks to Edmond, so she wasn't stranded out here near Tillamook Bay. Unlike Lena, she had spent last night, and would probably spend tonight there, as well, although perhaps a little later than usual. She had a good job, with a good salary that paid her rent, and allowed her a few extravagances, although she would probably have a hard time staying awake at work tomorrow. A lot of things in her life had gone right, she was just so afraid that something in Lena's life had gone so very wrong. Maybe there was a chance that she could help make that right.
The next few songs on the CD didn't really register with Susan, but they helped to pass the time, and, before she knew it, fifteen minutes had passed. She got out of the car once more to look around, before leaving, hoping that things had gone well and Edmond and Lena were on their way out, but, no, she still didn't see any sign of Edmond. Again closing the door as quietly as she could, she put the key in the ignition and turned it, silently praying that she was not already too late.
What could she do for fifteen minutes? If she sat and watched the clock, it would drive her crazy. She wished she had brought her MP3 player, at least then she could listen to music. She closed the door as quietly as she could, and turned on the radio, keeping the volume low. Her usual presets didn't work this far from Seattle, so she put in a CD. The CD was an old album that she didn't listen to very much. The singer sang something about a ghost in a wishing well, and went on to sing something about heroes often failing. She hoped that this song was not being prophetic about the current situation. She hit the button to play the next track.
The next track just depressed her more. She ejected the CD, and looked for another one to put in. While she was looking, she discovered one that Lena had given her, by a group she'd never heard of; The Martin's. She decided that this was an appropriate occasion to listen to this CD; she put it in.
It was religious music, but, unlike the other CD, it was very upbeat, and hopeful. The singer was telling Susan to count her blessings. Right now, Susan didn't feel very blessed. She was far from home, with someone she'd just met, well, not really even with him any more. She was worried about her friend, who might already be dead. Edmond might be dead now, too, for all she knew. And it was her job to sit here for another (she glanced at the clock) eleven minutes and then go for help. Still, there was something to what The Martin's were singing. She was, in fact, basically okay. She was breathing; she had eaten three times during the day; in fact, she couldn't remember the last time that she had missed a meal. Right now her stomach was churning, but that was not because of a lack of food, or even because of the quality of what she had eaten that day, it was only because she was worried about her friend. She had gas in her car, thanks to Edmond, so she wasn't stranded out here near Tillamook Bay. Unlike Lena, she had spent last night, and would probably spend tonight there, as well, although perhaps a little later than usual. She had a good job, with a good salary that paid her rent, and allowed her a few extravagances, although she would probably have a hard time staying awake at work tomorrow. A lot of things in her life had gone right, she was just so afraid that something in Lena's life had gone so very wrong. Maybe there was a chance that she could help make that right.
The next few songs on the CD didn't really register with Susan, but they helped to pass the time, and, before she knew it, fifteen minutes had passed. She got out of the car once more to look around, before leaving, hoping that things had gone well and Edmond and Lena were on their way out, but, no, she still didn't see any sign of Edmond. Again closing the door as quietly as she could, she put the key in the ignition and turned it, silently praying that she was not already too late.
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