—The Traveler “NO! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER. You’re acting more like you’re stuck on her husband.” Julian ranted for two minutes over the scene, to the amusement of the Chagga men who’d come every day to watch the antics and sometimes to play in a scene. “Now try it again, Hank, and get it right this time.” “How was I, Rex?” asked Cynthia. “Not bad, but I need more. Remember, you’re conflicted, torn. You love your husband, but you know you’re losing him to this illusion of his. You’re tempted to collapse into Hank’s arms. I want to see that struggle.” Wells and Cynthia took their positions again, she next to Hall in front of the tent. Jade leaned against an old orange tree and watched. Biscuit lay at her feet, his tongue lolling. Three days had passed since the stocking snake incident and two days since someone had rigged a pot of cold water to dump on the first person who entered the privy one morning. That day it was Harry, and after he’d roared at the crew, not much else had happened short of some items that had gone missing.
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