Chp 97 - Sense Of No Direction

Adam and Layla took what they felt would be of help on their way.

Since they had no idea what they would be facing on the road, Adam suggested they move as quietly as possible.

As much as he would have loved to give the man a befitting burial, all he could do was cover him up fully with the bedcloth.

Then Layla lay the ragged doll atop the man.

They closed the door on their way out.

“You look silly in that,” Layla said quietly with a smile as they stepped out.

Adam looked down at the tunic he wore.

It looked like a shepherd's tunic.

The roughhewn ankle-length shirt was the only clothing of the man that fitted Adam a bit.

None of the man’s trousers would do either.

So, Adam used the water he saw in the gallon to wash off the dead blood on the trouser he had on.

He wrung it out till water was no longer seeping out, and he put it on like that.

Ignoring how the linen material hugged his junk, he gave Layla a mock warning look when she wanted to talk.

Layla was luckier.

Though the women’s

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