Nobody important. Even so, Michael could feel watchful eyes on him as they turned from the trail that led up the hill to the elephant scat covered trail that followed the bottomland. He’d had Carmela to do a hundred other things, too. She and her friends scrambled up the sandstone bluffs and pretended to live in stratoflats like the ones their parents had left behind.
She didn’t talk. A collection of yellow plastic shells, air-dropped field hospital units, had colonized the deck like some bright fungus. “Wait here for the others. I nearly missed seeing you, but I heard shouting.
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