CHAPTER 15
Camille waited for the plane to return. No one moved, muffled cries and curses coming from the road. After a few minutes, the refugees rose from the ground, screaming and sobbing. None were shot, although bullets came close. The pilot wanted to terrorize them, and he did. They again clogged the road, running to nowhere, assuming anywhere else would be safe. The line stretched south as far as Camille could see, but behind her, the end was less than fifty meters away. No more would flee. At least not today.
“Can you help me get him inside?” she asked Lucien. “We can’t leave him lying here.”
“We’ll have to lift him,” he replied, scanning the horizon.
“Do you have a wheelbarrow?”
He nodded. “Yes, wait here,” he said and went behind the chicken coop. He returned with a wooden wh
