Lying low
The following day, Bob kept up the act. He pretended to be busy in the field, dragging irrigation hoses and fiddling with the tractor hood. But all the while, his eyes kept flicking toward the house. He was waiting. Waiting for Judith to make her next move — and when she finally did, walking out the back door in a hurry, Bob was already halfway through the tall grass.
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