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 would we do? I shone my torch across at Bul-Boo. She was lying perfectly still and her eyes were closed. “Are you going to sleep?” I asked. “We always know when the other one is all right. It doesn’t matter where we are. She will be fine. If there was something wrong I’d know. That’s how identical twins are.” “That doesn’t always work,” I argued. “It’s worked so far,” she said, her voice cracking a little. The tent went silent again. I kept waiting for the sound of returning footsteps but heard nothing. Finally Bul-Boo spoke. “It’s been two minutes. Should we wait a bit longer or should we go out and look?” “I don’t know.” We waited.
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