A month later one of her shoes was found by a trapper. The police brought it to Alex and he recognized it immediately.
“What about the other one,” he asked. “She would hate to lose a shoe.”
The officer watched his eyes.
“So, you think she’s still alive?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” said Alex, staring straight at the officer, daring him to see anything that was or wasn’t there.
The officer tilted his cap back, rubbed his forehead, and walked off shaking his head. But before he got into his car, he turned and said, “Well, how about you call us if she shows up. You think you can do that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” said Alex, still staring hard.
Why should I, he thought.