With the lights off it was just like nighttime; watching a horror movie in this kind of atmosphere—good thing she was pretty brave.
Yet she'd scared herself ghost‑white. Talk about asking for trouble!
"I've wanted to try it for ages, but I never dared. Today I finally worked up the courage, and who knew you'd suddenly walk in…" Emma Benson realized she was that type who wants to watch but is scared at the same time. After today, though, she could be sure her courage wasn't small.
"It's all fake. Think of it that way and you won't be scared." Seeing her still standing on the sofa in nothing but a thin nightdress, Walter Schmidt walked over, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her, then helped her sit down.
Once they were both seated, Emma leaned on his shoulder, tugged at the collar of that dark navy uniform jacket he was wearing, and asked, "It's only a little after ten. How come you're back so early?"
