Something told her that it had to be today, that she wouldn't get a fourth opportunity. One quick movement and it would all be over-if she didn't lose her courage, as she had the first two times. From behind, she thought, as fast as possible, to give him no time to react. And in his fierce control, she saw his rage, tamped and contained by will alone-like a pipe bomb.įlattening herself and breathing lightly so he wouldn't see her, she considered how she would do it. Each slide of the shovel was strictly parallel to previous marks. Every movement was exactly the same as the one before. Heart in her mouth, she watched as he cleared the snow with carefully controlled violence. The first two times he'd been chopping wood, but today, after a heavy snowfall appropriate for the third week of December, he was shoveling the sidewalk.
She observed him from her chosen cover, as she'd done twice before.
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