“You’re a guy, you tell me,′ Elizabeth said. “Where would you have gone?′ ‘I hid in the basement once. But you don’t have a basement, do you?”
‘No, Jeffrey, we don’t,’ she said. ‘The house is on a rock. Most people don’t bother digging a basement into solid rock.”
“Jeffrey stared out over the small valley floor with its stream and willows. And then he looked at the ridge on the other side and up at the ridge on the other side and up at the ridge behind the house with its small peak.”