“Now go to the shed and wait for me. I want you posed on the floor, your face on the ground.”
She wanted to cry wondering what bugs and things would invade her body, what terror it would be imprisoned in this wild place late in the night—strange animals and Lord knows what swarming around her. Would he dare to have her stay the night? Certainly as a punishment, she could think of nothing more wretched than this one. Battling with herself, she finally pulled her reluctant body from the chaise and walked down the brick garden path to her fate. Once there, she stood at the door for some minutes knowing for certain that some nasty spider or rat would be jumping out at her the minute she opened the door. None of those fears were realized, however. There was just the darkness in front of
