Bridge Club of the doomed

[katherine_the_great]

To all appearances, Katherine Wilson was the picture of domestic tranquility in a blue gingham dress, setting the table for the weekly Bridge Club meeting. Chester had gone out to conduct business, taking the car with him, and as usual, Katie was left alone with her thoughts while waiting for everyone to arrive. The pickle jar full of 'Liberty Lemonade' was already set up on the table, as were the cards, but truthfully, she was in no mood to even pretend at playing cards today. She was, truth be told, deeply frightened.

She'd tried to suggest to Chester that maybe they should consider taking a romantic trip out, of course, and of course he'd refused - almost scoffed at the idea. Katie didn't know much about what was going on, but she knew that scenes like the road north of town and the gas station were the sorts of things one usually only sees in gangster movies, and combined with the stories her friends had told of the strange hunter in the woods... well...

She paced the living room, too worried to clean, and waited for people to arrive.