There was another difference. At Clara Zinter's house Robyn played music, but here it was silent. No radio, no record collection and no Victrola to play them on.
Roy marveled how religious folk were so keen on a life in the hereafter when their life here on Earth was so miserable, by their own choice.
"I see you don't have a radio, Mrs. Shoenherr."
"There's only one radio station in Headwater, Sheriff, and more often than not they play race records. Alfred says that's the devil's music. Even the children at the Academy are playing that garbage now, if you can imagine."
"The girl who was attacked was in band class," he revealed. "Do you think somebody stabbed her because she played race music?"
Ruth remained silent but she seemed to roll the thought over in her mind.
"It was very generous of you to allow me to come indoors," Roy said. "I have no right to ask this of you, and don't believe for one instant that I really think you attacked the girl, but if I could just get one print of your thumb." #YM
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