Wendell brushed past her on his way out and stomped downstairs to put on his jacket and boots. He had no choice but to walk and hope he could get a ride from some passerby. This time he didn't bother waiting for Prudence to catch up. He ran along the road as fast as he could, trying to think of what he would do if he found Samantha and Joseph. No plan availed itself to him.
Prudence put a hand on Mr. Pryde's forehead and found no sign of a fever. The pulse in his neck also felt strong. He should be all right, she thought. She hurried out of the bedroom, but Wendell had gone. I don't need him she thought.
She put on her jacket and boots before tramping off into the snow. She grew winded halfway down the hill, but refused to stop. As she plowed along, she tried to think of what she would do if she found Samantha and Joseph. No plan availed itself to her. This is hopeless, she thought. I have to try. She owed Samantha that much.