I said. “Yes?” “We shouldn’t have let her go on her own.” “She’s very stubborn. She wouldn’t have let us come with her. Anyway, it’s very close. We’d hear if anything happened to her.” How was that supposed to be comforting? So, if Madillo’s bones were being crunched up, we’d hear? And then what ...
All the windows were open but the air wasn’t moving, so I got up and woke Madillo. This is not an easy thing to do – she could sleep through a tidal wave – but I didn’t want to go downstairs by myself. Once I did that and I almost stepped on a scorpion that was just sitting at the bottom of the s...
