"Dey gotter kill me fu'st."
She looked back, as the road turned into the viaduct for Adamsville, and
sighed heavily. She remembered the arrival in the city ... the wait in
the office of the Galilean Fishermen, while the children ate up all the
cold fish sandwiches and speckled bananas Tom had gotten for their
lunch. All gone. All gone. Unbidden, fragmentary pictures of the
romping, frolicking boys, sober Diana, came.... Jim crying, when the
hatchet chopped his foot.... Babe's round face.... Ed's face, and the
others, in their pine-wood coffins.... Tom's kindly smile. All gone. A
weak tear welled from under each old eyelid.
She looked around cautiously to see if Peter was noticing. No, he was
drowsing forward, letting the horses choose their own way.
She undid quietly the end of the box of lunch, and took out a sandwich.
Real chicken breast! The sisters of the Zion Church certainly did do
things up in style.