The shirt wasn’t going to help much, but Holly believed me when I said it would. Before long, I was leading her down the path again. The sun was high in the sky, and so were the vultures. Holly still wasn’t moving quickly, but at least she didn’t need to lean on me anymore. No matter how sore her ankle was, I wasn’t about to stop and let her rest in any more caves. “We should stay under these overhanging trees,” I said, watching the vultures. “Why do you keep looking up?” Holly asked as she leaned one hand on a tree and stepped over a fallen branch. “Well, first of all, I noticed it’s getting late. Mom’s definitely home by now.” “She’s going to think we were kidnapped or something,” Holly said. “I don’t think so. There’s a big blank spot above the fireplace where the painting used to be. Mom’s bound to notice it. She’ll figure out what we did.
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