Walking forward, I spied her bikini top in the doorway. My steps slowed, but I couldn't convince myself to stop edging towards the open door.'I should...'t go in there. Maybe she's undressed. Maybe she's... What if she thinks I'm snooping?'My feet weren't listening. They took me closer, hugging the opposite wall so that I slowly saw into the room. Inside the threshold lay Olga's discarded bikini bottoms.'I definitely shouldn't be doing this,' I told myself as I rounded the door and peered inside.. ”I was surprised to hear him mention her wisdom but sensed he was right and that I was in the process of discovering the real Carla. When we stood outside by my truck, I looked at his old trailer and the blue awning. I looked out at the desert and noticed the setting sun just above the hills. I looked at Charles standing by his front door. I thought about my drifting from town to town, meeting Carla by accident, sensing her hidden self and hearing how Charles thought she was a wise woman and. Although she was starting to shake, she managed a grin. "For Heaven's sake, Johnson, don't you ever go home? And what did I do this time?"He looked her over and whistled softly. "Sandy, I'm afraid you're going to need a new blouse. And maybe we better get you to a hospital. I think he nicked your back with his blade."Sandy glanced at the body lying on the ground and quickly turned her head away. Magnum bullets had torn the assailant to shreds. "Sam Johnson, we will do no such thing! I'm fine,. I wanted to try to get her to join us. Or, at least, to find out something about her.” He paused again and took a deep breath. “But when I asked her, she said she was ... a witch. That she’d seen that something was upsetting me and, her words, she’d ‘turned a key in a door’.”Rose-Marie cocked her head, thoughtfully. “And set you free?”“Well, yes.”“God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform.”He snorted. “So you quote me an eighteenth century hymn writer? Not the Bible?”She smiled..