Stillwatch by Mary Higgins Clark

Author:Mary Higgins Clark
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub

where two innocent flowers, a young woman and her little girl, hadbeen willfully violated. He’d pointed out the house to Glory onceand told her all about that morning.Little Kerry had remained in an intensive-care unit at GeorgetownHospital for two months. He’d looked in on her as often as he could.She never woke up, just lay there, a sleeping doll. He had come tounderstand that she was not supposed to live and had tried to find away to deliver her to the Lord. But before he could act, she was movedto a long-term-care facility near Boston, and after a while he readthat she’d died. His sister had had a doll “Let me help take care of it,” he’d pleaded“We’ll pretend it’s sick and I’ll make it well.” His father ’s heavy,caused hand had slammed his face. Blood had gushed from his nose.“Make that well, you sissy.” He began to search for Glory’s doll in Patricia Traymore’s bedroom.Opening the closet, he examined the shelves and the floor, but itwasn’t there. With sullen anger he observed the many expensiveclothes. Silk blouses, and negligées, and gowns, and the kind of suitsyou see in magazine ads. Glory wore jeans and sweaters most of thetime, and she bought them at K-Mart. The people in the nursing homewere usually in flannel nightgowns and oversized robes that swaddledtheir shapeless bodies. One of Patricia Traymore’s robes startled him.It was a brown wool tunic with a corded belt. It reminded him of amonk’s habit. He took it out of the closet and held it against him.Next he investigated the deep bottom drawers of the dresser. Thedoll wasn’t there either. If the doll was still in the house it was not inher bedroom. He couldn’t waste so much time. He glanced into theclosets of the empty bedrooms and went downstairs.Patricia Traymore had left the vestibule light on, as well as a lampin the library and others in the living room—she had even left on thelights on the Christmas tree. She was sinfully wasteful, he thoughtangrily. It was unfair to use so much energy, when old people couldn’teven afford to heat their own homes. And the tree was already dry. Ifa flame touched it, it would ignite and the branches would crackleand the ornaments melt. One of the ornaments had fallen from the tree. He picked it up andreplaced it. There was really no hiding place in the living room.

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