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Show in my father's house/ 237 That evening, Saul arrived unexpectedly from Salt Lake. He had been in Wells with one of our cousins, directing Aunt Rachel and Aunt Elsa to pack their things. My mother heated the supper leftovers and Saul sat down. "Gee, it feels good to be home. Even if it's just for a few minutes." "Oh, Saul!" I groaned. "Please, can't you stay?" A talk with Saul could make all the difference. Saul shook his head. "I told Daddy I had classes at the university, but he told me to skip them and go immediately for the folks in Wells. It'll be a matter of hours before they try to arrest someone." "How do you know?" My mother's voice was faint, aghast. "The county and state police are watching both houses right now. It was a mistake to move them there in the first place. I wish Daddy would listen to reason." "What about us, Saul? Do you think they'll do anything to us?" My mother's hand was over her heart, her face pallid. Saul stood up. "The Chief of Police and the County Sheriff consider themselves family friends. Even if they were pushed into action, I think we'd get plenty of warning." My mother stood rigidly, staring at the floor. Saul put his arm around her. "As long as we can get them out of Wells before trouble brews and it reaches the courts, I wouldn't worry, Mama." I listened carefully and breathed a tentative sigh. "Does everyone here know about us?" I asked Saul. He smiled and shook his head. "Only the people who know |
