Some were doubtful whether a young woman like Barbara Kendrick could commit murder -- and yet it was there for them to see in those wide, speckled eyes. Clear, they were, and hard -- like rainwater on grey stones.
And in the end, by her own actions, touching and linking with the lives of others, she wove for herself a net of misfortune -- as if some process of natural balance was at work. And perhaps it was, for she did indeed have a heavy debt to pay, but not quite in the way that everyone supposed.
