Winter had arrived, but, this being Georgia, that didn’t mean snow by the foot or ice glazing over the roads. It was just a bit damp, windy, and, by Southern standards, obnoxiously chilly.
In the morning, they shared breakfast, and Annie was persuaded to partake of some of the bottled water they had, even though it was tap water from the sink and thus could, as she had said earlier, make her sick.
“What do we do?” MiMee shuddered. “What does it want?” Louey shivered. “Put the flashlight on,” Sadie Lynn suggested. “No! It will know we’re here!” protested Louey. “What if it already does?” MiMee’s voice was a tiny squeak.