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'Maybe the juice went off,' Kara suggested. |
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'Hang on.' Denise stepped in the direction of the door. Holding her spear upright, she reached out until she touched the wood. Then she moved sideways, running her hand over the door, its frame, the wall. Draperies brushed her knuckles. She clamped the shaft between her legs, fingered the draperies, found their drawcord and pulled. |
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The drapes slid open. A hazy, gray glow came in from the window. She glanced out. Through the falling rain, she saw a streetlight casting dim silver onto the top of Tom's car. Across the street, a porch light burned. |
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'It's not the power,' she whispered. 'They're in the house.' |
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'Get away from the window,' Tom said. |
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She wrapped her hand around the shaft of her spear and stepped backward. Turning to face the living room, she gazed into the shadows. The light from the window helped. She could make out the dim shapes of the sofa, the lamps, the television. |
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The entrance from the dining room was as black as the mouth of a cave. |
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'We oughta be able to see them coming,' Tom whispered. |
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His face was a faint oval blur. His gray sweatsuit was slightly less visible than his face. Though Denise couldn't see him clearly, he didn't blend in with the darkness around him. Neither did Kara in her pink nightgown. She looked down at herself. Her warmup suit was royal blue, but it appeared to be black. Her |
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