Mrs.Comstock held the cloth with rigid hands, while Pete could hear her breathing in short gusts.
"Shall I try now ?" he implored.
"Wait!" whispered the woman.

"Something seems to say wait!" The night breeze stiffened and gently waved the apron.

Locusts rasped, mosquitoes hummed and frogs sang uninterruptedly.

A musky odour slowly filled the air.
"Now shall I ?" questioned Pete.
"No.

Leave them alone.