“I’m worried,” Violet admitted during supper.
“About the man at the outpost?” Mei asked.
Violet nodded. “He looked like he knew you.”
“Probably did,” Linus said. “But it doesn’t make a difference now. For all he knows we could be halfway to California. So long as you didn’t tell him where we were heading.”
“Of course not,” said Violet. “I didn’t know if we could trust him.”
Linus smiled and held up his canteen of water in a toast. “Then we got nothing to fret about.”
Deep down, Violet wanted to argue, but knew better than to doubt Linus’s wisdom. Twisting herself up for no good reason was no help to anybody. So, pushing away the doubt in her gut, she curled up on the floor while her outer clothes dried, and listened to the storm rage outside.
* * * *
“There she is,” said Mei. “Finally.”