back.
âWeâre not going back there, I can tell you that.â She jerked her head in the direction of the truck. âHeâd skin us alive.â
âWeâre not?â The wind caught his words and tore them out of his mouth. âWhatâre we going to do then?â
âFirst we get rid of this.â She thrust her hand into the gaping suitcase, pulled out rolls of bills, and stuffed them inside her jacket. She did the same to Jud. His jacket was so filled with money he looked fat. âHere, put the rest in our pockets.â Miraculously she transferred the money from the suitcase to their persons without the wind getting any of it.
âYou said nobody threw nothing out of that car,â Jud said, suddenly furious. His face stood out, crimson in the whiteness. âI figured us for pals. Pals share.â
âI wasnât going to keep it. You know I was going to split it with you. Besides, Judââshe put her face up against hisââthere might be about a thousand dollars in there,â she said in a whisper.
Even over the sound of the wind she could hear him catch his breath. A thousand dollars. Or a million. Or a trillion. They were all one and the same. Money to buy new shoes for Daddy, or a new car. Or both. Things for Aunt Martha and Uncle Tom. A tiara and a lace veil the color of cream for the girls. A suitcase with her initials on it for herself.
And with all that money surely sheâd become pretty. All rich ladies were pretty. In the movies, anyway. There was no reason to think that riches didnât bring beauty. Except for Oliveâs grandmother. After a momentâs thought Dotty decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She undoubtedly had been beautiful when she was young. Or, at any rate, not so ugly.
It was odd. Now that they were out of the truck and into it, the storm seemed less ferocious than it had. They began to walk. Dotty tugged the belt of her jacket as tight as it would go to keep the money inside. Then she did the same to Jud. She pulled on his belt until he hollered, âYouâre cutting me in two!â They plodded on. Itâs still Friday, Dotty thought. Probably the longest Friday Iâll ever go through. And it wasnât over yet.
âI think we shouldâve stayed,â Jud mumbled. âWhere it was warm. With him.â
âHe would never have let us go,â Dotty said. âWhen it got light he wouldâve killed us and thrown our bodies out and driven off and theyâd never have found us. Animals would have eaten our bodies, and nobody would ever have known what happened to us.â
âYou think so?â Judâs eyes were huge. âI bet theyâre worried about us. I bet theyâre pacing the floor, up and down, up and down, wondering what happened.â
âThe minute we get to Boonville Iâll call Mr. Evans and heâll take the message to them.â Dotty pushed the thought of Daddy and the girls and her aunt and uncle out of her head. By now they would be frantic. She could hear Aunt Martha saying in her wry voice, âThatâs Dotty. Act first, think later.â All the more reason for them to leave the truck and try to find a ride to Boonville. Or, second best, a ride home.
Jud turned in a circle, batting his eyelashes to get rid of the snow that collected on them. âDo you think heâs following us?â he whispered. âDo you think heâs going to get us?â
âNot if we keep moving.â
âI sort of thought you liked him,â Jud said slyly. âAt first.â
âHe was mean clean through. Couldâve told you that.â Dotty stared at the ground. âWatch your step. Stay close to me.â
âDidnât you like him at first?â Jud wasnât one to let up.
âAre you crazy?â Her voice was loud and tough. âI sure wish weâd see a car. Keep moving.â
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