Zoe laughed. Not likely. Its old. You know, one of those cars from, like, the sixties thats been made cool again.
Cool. Jill felt relieved Spiders cool car wasnt a black sports car. She knew she was just being paranoid, but then, she had a right to be, all things considered. She lost herself in making the cinnamon-roll dough.
It was hard not to worry about Zoe. The girl was too trusting, especially in light of the disappearances thered been in the area over the years. Most were girls about Zoes age whod come to the lake for summer jobs. As far as Jill knew, none of them had ever been found.
Jill felt sick remembering the year she was sixteen and the close call shed had. It had been the only time shed hitchhiked. Her first and last time.
Carefully, she dumped the flour and yeast into the large mixer and turned it on low as she added the warm water. Work was exactly what she needed. Work that shed loved since those early days in her grandmothers kitchen. Jill had always turned to work to help her get through the rough times, like four years ago when her mother died, or like the past few weeks when shed known something was wrong between her and Trevor. This morning was no different.
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