What was a good believable story. Millie from the general store would for sure ask where Brooklyn came from. She was the nosiest person he’d ever met. Earl at the hardware store wouldn’t care but his wife Edna would. Other people would opening stare and whisper. Brooklyn already hated people staring and she was memorable. Not only for her eyes but her warm personality. Maybe he should have left her at the cabin. If the killer happened to find his way here they could stop in town and ask around about her. It was too late now.
“We could say you’re a cousin visiting.”
“Wouldn’t these people know it was a lie since they know your family?”
That was a risk but he didn’t know what else to suggest. He couldn’t say his girlfriend. He’d been hiding up here for the past few months. They’d know t
