A Week from Sunday by Dorothy Garlock

Author:Dorothy Garlock [GARLOCK, DOROTHY]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC000000
ISBN: 9780446502542
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2007-11-02T00:00:00+00:00

Slowly, Adrianna made her way down the stairs. When she passed Jesse’s closed door, his radio was blasting. No wonder he hadn’t heard her trying to batter the door down. In the bathroom she wet a cloth and ran it along the back of her head. Cool water trickled down her neck and ran beneath her blouse. The wetness chilled her skin but she hardly noticed it; after the blazing heat of the attic, she wondered if she would ever feel cool again.

Shutting off the faucet, she listened for any sounds coming from inside the house. Cowboy was still barking. Why in the world isn’t Jesse yelling for Lola to let him in?

Leaning up, Adrianna took a long look at herself. Strings of hair were plastered along her forehead and neck. Her eyes were bloodshot and distant. Her face was flushed such a crimson red that her cheeks resembled overripe tomatoes. However, the feature that she could not tear her eyes from was the furrows her tears had made down her dirty face.

When she’d finally managed to get to her feet, she had examined the door. Just as she’d suspected, it had been locked from outside. She had been able to free herself because of the pressure provided by her makeshift lever. It had been no accident that she had become a prisoner in the attic. There was only one person who could have acted as her jailer.

“Lola!”

Tossing down the towel, Adrianna made for the kitchen, her anger rising with every step. As she neared, she could still feel the dizziness that floated around the back of her head but chose to ignore it. There was far too much to do for her to be ill. She passed Jesse’s still closed door without a pause and made a beeline for where she had last seen the spiteful cleaning woman. She was just about to set foot in the room when a man’s deep guttural laugh froze her in her tracks.

“… ain’t nothin’ that bitch can do about it!”

The voice had come from just outside the door that led out of the kitchen and onto a small porch at the rear of the house. Where anger had just filled Adrianna’s heart, it was now replaced with a chilling fear. The night before that same voice had threatened her.

Reuben!

Adrianna was frozen in place as if she were a rabbit trying to convince a fox that she wasn’t there. At any moment, that beast of a man could step in the door, find her standing there, and finish the job he had promised. Try as she might to move, she was rooted to the floor.

“If you had just done what I told you, I wouldn’t have to go to such trouble.”

Lola’s venomous voice came from the other side of the door. If there truly had been any doubt that the scheming woman had been behind the troubles at the Whipsaw, it was gone now. Somehow, the sound of her voice broke the spell holding Adrianna in place.

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