The blood had slowly drained from Guido's cheeks while Beppo was speaking.
He felt as if the ground had given way beneath him.
Till now, he'd regarded the whole affair as a splendid game and taken it neither more or less seriously than he took any game or story.
Now, for the first time ever, a story had escaped his control.
It had taken on a life of its own, and all the imagination in the world would be insufficient to halt it.
He felt numb. ″You know, Beppo,″ he said after a while, ″Momo may simply have gone for a walk.
She does that occasionally - like the time she went roaming around the countryside for three whole days and nights. We may be worrying for no good reason.″
″What about the tire tracks?″ Beppo demanded angrily. ″What about the state of her room?″ Guido refused to be drawn.
Suppose they really did come looking for her,he said.
Who's to say they found her? Perhaps she'd gone by the time they got there. Why else would they have searched the place and turned it upside down?″
But what if they did find her?″ Beppo shouted. ″What then?″
He gripped his young friend by the lapels and shook him.
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