It would have been horrible to have something happen to them. “I’m relieved you suffered no injuries yesterday,” I said to them as I sipped on some excellent coffee. It seemed they always had excellent coffee. “It was a near thing,” Fiona answered. “There was all sorts of debris whipping around. In fact, a wagon went flying by. We were lucky we just happened to be out of its path. I doubt we would have been able to get out of the way fast enough.” That was insane. Surely the horn should have been blown before wagons started flipping around. It would have been interesting to see. “Where did you end up staying?” I asked. “With the Isha family. They were very good to us. They fed us well. We sang songs and told stories. They told us that there were fewer fish running this year—everyone seems compelled to tell us that—but they were perfectly nice about it.”
