“No,” I said. “They won’t believe me.”
He smiled. “Of course. Naturally. You’re nothing but a kid. Why should they listen to you?”
“I’m going back now and dig her out with a spade,” I said.
“Wait.”
“I got to go,” I said.
“Stick around,” he insisted.
“Thanks, but no,” I said, frantically.
He took my arm. “Know how to play cards, kid? Black jack?”
“Yes, sir.”
He took out a deck of cards from a desk. “We’ll have a game.”
“I got to go dig.”
“Plenty of time for that,” he said, quiet. “Anyway, maybe my wife’ll be home. Sure. That’s it. You wait for her. Wait a while.”
“You think she will be?”
“Sure, kid. Say, about that voice; is it very strong?”
“It gets weaker all the time.”
Mr. Nesbitt sighed and smiled. “You and your kid games. Here now, let’s play that game of black jack, it’s more fun than Screaming Women.”
“I got to go. It’s late.”
“Stick around, you got nothing to do.”
I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to keep me in his house until the screaming died down and was gone. He was trying to keep me from helping her. “My wife’ll be home in ten minutes,” he said. “Sure. Ten minutes. You wait. You sit right there.”
We played cards. The clock ticked. The sun went down the sky. It was getting late. The screaming got fainter and fainter in my mind. “I got to go,” I said.
“Another game,” said Mr. Nesbitt. “Wait another hour, kid. My wife’ll come yet. Wait.”
In another hour he looked at his watch. “Well, kid, I guess you can go now.” And I knew what his plan was. He’d sneak down in the middle of the night and dig up his wife, still alive, and take her somewhere else and bury her, good. “So long, kid. So long.” He let me go, because he thought that by now the air must all be gone from the box.
The door shut in my face.
I went back near the empty lot and hid in some bushes. What could I do? Tell my folks? But they hadn’t believed me. Call the police on Mr. Charlie Nesbitt? But he said his wife was away visiting. Nobody would believe me!
I watched Mr. Kelly’s house. He wasn’t in sight. I ran over to the place where the screaming had been and just stood there.
The screaming had stopped. It was so quiet I thought I would never hear a scream again. It was all over. I was too late, I thought.
I bent down and put my ear against the ground.
And then I heard it, way down, way deep, and so faint I could hardly hear it.
The woman wasn’t screaming any more. She was singing.
Something about, “I loved you fair, I loved you well.”