Oscar MeyersChapter 2
Dante and Karla examined Oscar with the eyes of artists. They observed more than was there to be physically seen. Noticing the disturbed expression on Karla’s face, Dante said, “You see it, too.” “Yes,” Karla answered. A shiver went through her body. She had seen that same look in John Carter’s eyes just before he had consecrated the Carter Glade. It had been there when she had painted the last portrait of him. “I’ve seen that look before,” Dante said; his voice dropping in volume to a near...