MrsJones looked outof the bedroomwindow, sawwhat washappening, hurriedly flung a few possessions into a carpet bag and slippedout of the farm by another way.
Aryeh Zelnik hesitated a moment or two, turned his gaze to the open window, through which he could see one of the abandoned farm sheds, as well as a dusty cypress up which orange bougainvillea had climbed with fiery fingers.