Chapter Seven
Melony woke up early to watch the sunrise and awakening of the land. She didn't want to miss anything, and being asleep—even in a warm and cozy sleeping bag—seemed such a waste of time when one had this view to greet them each day.
She had been worried about sleeping on the ground and camping so close to the river, fully expecting to catch pneumonia or at the very least be paid a visit from her chronic sinusitis. To her great relief, her allergies, with all their wheezes and sniffles and sneezes, hadn't returned yet. Come to think of it, neither had her ulcer, or migraines. She was so elated with the fact that she didn't care if Hunter did say, “I told you so.”
She whistled merrily as she started the fire, learned from observing Hunter, and started a pot of water to boil f
