Magic. Mathemagic. Or whatever.
I almost ran back to the bunkhouse to see if Trimble was awake. This had to be too good to be true. Or maybe I was still there, dreaming.
VIIISHE WAS RADIANT. A smile as broad as her face, and beaming like she was lit up from inside. (Of course, that was closer to true than you know.)
I was sitting up now, the itching in my leg has subsided. I needed to hobble around on it to finish the mending and get it flexible again.
"Hi-ya, Beth. How's things?"
Beth flounced down on the bunk and almost giggled. She moved the spiral notebook and pens out from under her, and held them in her hands. "You didn't say this was going to be, so - so real. Real." She laughed out loud, a music that helped my own healing.
"I could just hug you, but I'm afraid I'd crush you.
