“Start digging,” she said. “Where is it?” Linda screeched. “Where’d you bury it?” Trout demanded.
Kate Barlow died laughing.
PART TWO
THE LAST HOLE
There was a change in the weather. For the worse. The air became unbearably humid.
Stanley was drenched in sweat. Beads of moisture ran down the handle of his shovel.
It was almost as if the temperature had gotten so hot that the air itself was sweating.
A loud boom of thunder echoed across the empty lake. A storm was way off to the west, beyond the mountains.
Stanley could count more than thirty seconds between the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder.
That was how far away the storm was. Sound travels a great distance across a barren wasteland.
Usually, Stanley couldn’t see the mountains at this time of day.
The only time they were visible was just at sunup, before the air became hazy.
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