Ransom
“said Lisa. “They look like a lot of defrocked priests.”
“What?” Sylvia looked up from examining the ladders in her stockings.
“Nothing. Just making conversation. But I might just as well save my breath.”
“I just don’t feel like talking. Chattering isn’t going to help us in this situation.”
“I’m not suggesting we chatter. I want to talk - about trying to escape from here.”
“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it. We’d never get out of this room - and that boy outside would beat us up unmercifully just for trying.”
“That’s a risk we’d have to take. God, haven’t you risked anything in your life ? Have you always waited for everything to be cut and dried and safeV Sylvia took her time about answering. She did not think she was any less brave than Lisa; but all her adult life had been given to weighing percentages.
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