They scooted in where we could almost touch them and scampered away again as if making a game of escaping before we could catch them. Although they looked apprehensive when they came near, they giggled loudly once they got safely out of reach. Their game didn’t puzzle me as much as their apparent lack of interest in joining us. While regrouping for another “attack,” they stared at us. Although I couldn’t interpret their looks, I wondered if the sisterly relationship between Anjelita and me had somehow elevated their opinion of her. But no, that interpretation didn’t fit the uneasiness in their glances. Something had heightened their interest in Anjelita, though. Perhaps the fact she had gained the affection of this American stranger and not them. Although they continued their mock raids, curious looks came to replace apprehensive ones. Anjelita set her load down, and her eyes urged me to do the same. After I complied, she patted my cast lovingly with her only hand. Then she touched the stub of her missing arm.
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