For a long while, there was a silence, only disturbed by the sound of bird calls and monkey screeches, far off in the forest. Then from behind her Jacqueline said, “I know that was hard for you.”
Her voice was tight. Angry. The dead fish flopped over, and Morgan thought, Caught.
Morgan sighed, passed a hand over her face, pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers. “It would have been so much more convenient if you weren’t quite so clever.”
“For us both,” Jacqueline rejoined.
Morgan heard her stand, and turned to face her. Jacqueline’s face looked carved from granite.
“I owe you an apology.”
“Keep it. I hate sorries. They’re meant to make things better but they inevitably make things worse.” They looked at one another across the room. Jacqueline said, “I want to leave. I w
