I keep pretending to sleep even as Melanie shakes my shoulder. “Rose, come on! You’ve got to see it.”
“What?” I say, as if I don’t already know.
She drags me out of bed and then leads me over to the window. There are a bunch of sheriff’s deputies down there in their brown jackets and Stetsons. It’s probably the entire police force for the county down there. Two of them guide a hearse across the lawn to park near where I confronted the Russians.
“What do you think happened?” Melanie asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe one of the nuns died.”
“What do we do?”
“Stay here. The nuns will tell us later, right...
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