Violet, bootless and shivering, held her feet and hands to the fire. It crackled gently, and Violet could feel the blood return to her fingers and toes. “I’m sorry,” she finally professed. “If I hadn’t been so foolish I…Well, we wouldn’t be wetter than two ornery cats, now, would we?”
“I guess not,” said Mei. “Still, if you hadn’tacted so quickly, we might still be between them two rivers. Or worse, someone from Danville might have spotted us.” She took a third sip and handed the flask to Violet. Violet didn’t drink immediately.
“Mei. Back at the lake, me’n Rory…” She hesitated and then turned to look at her. “Two men found us. Said they was from Danville. Thought I was in trouble, tried to offer me a place to stay.”
“Did they? You tell ‘em who you were?”