TERRY WENT back to Alice’s house, three hours before first light. He parked his car in the same place and carried a shovel and a sack of potatoes into her backyard. He started digging at the edge of the rose garden, worked a deep rut beneath the grass and roots. He knifed the sack in the middle and held it to the mouth of the hole and shook it empty. He covered the scar neatly with loose dirt and pine straw from the flowerbed. He dropped the empty potato sack in the field on the way back to the car. He put the shovel in the back and drove off. In two weeks, the rose garden would be dead. Alice’s parents would have many potatoes.