“Did you find Arline?” I asked. Nadine had to repeat the question twice.
“It was muddy, where I found her.”
“Yes it was muddy. And dark. How did you know where she was?” I asked. Again, Nadine repeated the question.
“It was muddy. I slipped and fell,” she said and brushed herself off as though she had mud on her. She took the hat in her one hand, held the stick in the right, like she might have held the dagger. She then wrapped her hat around the dagger"s handle. I could now see how it had gotten bloodstains on it.
“I heard arguing, shouting. "He doesn"t want you, you b***h!"” Wendy said this very loud.
“Who is arguing. Is it a man or woman,” I asked, but Nadine never got a chance to repeat the question.
“Those two punk girls. There they are, with her,” Wendy said, pointing, as if se
