Now he approached the body, a girl’s body. He reached out. She was cool, not cold. He checked her neck for a pulse. There was none. He put his ear to her chest, thought he heard a heartbeat. Immediately he rolled her, cleared her mouth, c****d her head back to open the airway, blew in. Then he felt for the bottom of her sternum, up, over, both hands, pump, pump ... eleven, twelve, thirteen ... Again he squeezed her nostrils, breathed into her mouth. His adrenaline flowing. He worked for four, five, six minutes, broke to yell at the woman by the washtub, “Call an ambulance,” continued, could see peripherally that the woman by the tub had not moved. He was in rhythm now, heard cars on the drive, thought, Thank God. He looked up. In the brush there was another body, naked, young, blond, crump
