MONDAY, JULY 22, 2013
EVENING
And now I wait. It’s agonizing, the not knowing, theslowness with which everything is bound to move.
But there’s nothing more to do.
I was right, this morning, when I felt that dread. Ijust didn’t know what I had to be afraid of.
Not Scott. When he pulled me inside he must haveseen the terror in my eyes, because almostimmediately he let go of me. Wild-eyed anddishevelled, he seemed to shrink back from the light,and closed the door behind us. “What are you doinghere? There are photographers, journalistseverywhere. I can’t have people coming to the door.
Hanging around. They’ll say things?.?.?. They’ll try?.?.?.
they’ll try anything, to get pictures, to get—”
“There’s no one out there,” I said, though to behonest I hadn’t really looked. There might have beenpeople sitting in cars, waiting for something tohappen.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded again.
“I heard?.?.?. it was on the news. I just wanted?.?.?. isit him? Have they arrested him?”
He nodded. “Yes, early this morning. The familyliaison person was here. She came to tell me. Butshe couldn’t?.?.?. they won’t tell me why. They musthave found something, but they won’t tell me what.
It’s not her, though. I know that they haven’t foundher.”
He sits down on the stairs and wraps his armsaround himself. His whole body is trembling.
“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand waiting for the phoneto ring. When the phone rings, what will it be? Will itbe the worst news? Will it be?.?.?.” He tails off, thenlooks up as though he’s seeing me for the first time.
“Why did you come?”
“I wanted?.?.?. I thought you wouldn’t want to bealone.”
He looked at me as though I was insane. “I’m notalone,” he said. He got up and pushed past me intothe living room. For a moment, I just stood there. Ididn’t know whether to follow him or to leave, butth............