CHAPTER NINETEEN
While Wayland was gone, Margot and I purified more water and heated some of it to reconstitute another package of the lentil and rice she’d brought.
Maybe ten minutes later, Wayland came back. Alone. He had another cloth sack, this time holding three mangoes and some greens. We combined our bounty like friends who’d known each other for years. Working close together once or twice, I noticed Wayland’s body odor was very slight. I would have expected otherwise. He must brave the goat pee and wash himself and his clothes in the streams, and that made me review in my mind whether I’d used enough purifier in our water. But I shook that thought away.
"Are there places around here where you can go into the ocean?" I asked once we sat down to eat. "Or do you stick to the stream
