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as it’s midday. Undoubtedly, she spent the night in a tree
somewhere. What else could she do with no light and the Careers
with their night-vision glasses tramping around the
woods. And the third fire she was supposed to set — although
I forgot to check for it last night — was the farthest from our
site of all. She’s probably just being cautious about making her
way back. I wish she’d hurry, because I don’t want to hang
around here too long. I want to spend the afternoon traveling
to higher ground, hunting as we go. But there’s nothing really
for me to do but wait.
I wash the blood out of my jacket and hair and clean my ever-growing
list of wounds. The burns are much better but I
use a bit of medicine on them anyway. The main thing to worry
about now is keeping out infection. I go ahead and eat the
second fish. It isn’t going to last long in this hot sun, but it
should be easy enough to spear a few more for Rue. If she
would just show up.
Feeling too vulnerable on the ground with my lopsided
hearing, I scale a tree to wait. If the Careers show up, this will
be a fine place to shoot them from. The sun moves slowly. I do
things to pass the time. Chew leaves and apply them to my
stings that are deflated but still tender. Comb through my
damp hair with my fingers and braid it. Lace my boots back
up. Check over my bow and remaining nine arrows. Test my
left ear repeatedly for signs of life by rustling a leaf near it, but
without good results.
Despite the groosling and the fish, my stomach’s growling,
and I know I’m going to have what we call a hollow day back
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