“Up there. That’s where she said they do their evil!”
“I don’t see anything.”
“Give me that flashlight.”
“Go to hell. I want to see!”
“Its just a hill.”
“Where are they?”
“Maybe they’re invisible!”
“Shut
up!”
“There’s nothing here.”
“No one’s been here in years! There’s not even a footprint. Damn it! That girl lied to us.”
“Keep
looking.”
“Really, the place is untouched.”
“Shit. You’re right. This couldn’t be the place.”
I waited until they were long gone. Then I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I cried as I put out the fire and blew out the candles. I had a tiny sense of what a certain man had felt, long ago, in the Garden of Gethsemane.
I collected our books and crept home.