The provisions are located close by. A riverbank. Scattered transported goods.
Birds are flocking above our heads as the hours pass amidst our morning conversation. Very soon, it should reach noon and I would need to begin hunting. Grace Mo assured me that there are plenty of weapons in store. There was no need to use supplies from Pops.
We have not left our tree stumps. Grace took the opportunity to have an intellectual discussion on random thrown-out topics. It is not enjoyable for me, amidst my pestering thoughts of departure.
At some point, this hours-long deciphering about things completely unrelated to escaping Maica should be deterred.
Grace Mo deserves several more minutes for her whims.
“And that is why I want to get into an Ivy League university," she explains.
