The Wall

91

“She still isn’t completely cold,” Nozipho said.

“I know.”

Nozipho was lying on top of Thembinkosi, stomach to stomach. She had wrapped her bare arms around him, shoulders pressed against the freezer wall.

“She also isn’t completely dry,” Thembinkosi said.

“Yuck. And it’s so cold in here.”

“It was too hot a moment ago. You saved us.”

The garage door opened.

“Psst,” Nozipho hissed into Thembinkosi’s ear.

“Garage.”

“Freezer.”

“Leave it.”

“We’re supposed to check everywhere.”

“Don’t overdo it. Come on.”

The door again. Both of them exhaled.

“You saved us,” Thembinkosi repeated.

“We’re not out yet. Where’s the briefcase?”

“In the wardrobe.”

“Shit.”

“And your purse?”

“Also in the wardrobe.”

“They’ll find them.”

“Nonsense. They’re looking for people, not bags. They won’t even touch them.”

“But how can we get out of here now?”

“The back door.”

“In the kitchen?”

“Uh-huh. Simple lock.”

“But they’re still in the house, aren’t they?”

“No idea. I’m so cold.”