Chapter 24
Canada, Twenty-Eight Years Ago
“It’s rabbit, Chepi. Eat it. Wake up the boy and make sure he gets some, too. It’s all we have to keep us alive.”
She jostled her son. “Daddy got us a rabbit to eat.”
“Yay!” The little boy clapped his hands.
Chepi held out a piece of the flesh to her son.
The boy recoiled and screwed up his face. “It’s raw, Mommy. Icky. I don’t want it.”
“Remember when we went fishing with Uncle Sokamon and Grandpa Segenan, and Grandpa caught that great big salmon?”
“Yup.”
“Remember when Uncle carved up the fish and gave us little pieces of it raw? It was good wasn’t it? This rabbit is yummy like the raw salmon. Show me how brave you are and eat some.”
With expressionless eyes fixed directly on his mother’s face, he stuck out a small hand, palm up. Chepi
