“Make it stop raining, Honey.” She says it so matter-of-fact, it almost sounds like a normal request.
“How?” Dale shrugs at her, looks back into the seat at Louis who has fallen quiet again, then back at her.
“Just tell it to stop raining, Dale.” Lara turns around and turns the key. The engine cranks a few moments, then catches. She backs out of the bush, the car sliding just a little as she brakes in the wet rock, then pulls back into the muddy lane. “Go ahead, Dale. Tell it to stop.” She feels calmer now, and she hears it in her own voice. The voices are quiet again. She wonders what they were going to tell her. She can feel the vibration of her rapid heartbeat.