She tugged at his shirt, pleading with her eyes. “Doubt with me.”
He had escorted her in the rain, but now he had had enough. “I’m taking you home.”
“Nooooooo!!” The wail went up from desperation.
He dragged her to her feet, helping her find them, then kicking her ankles down when she started hanging off his arm.
“You’re going home.”
At the harbour end of the city, her little brother lay in a cage, her mom standing over him watching his round cheek through the bars. He slept, not the way he was just 10 minutes ago. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.
The barge came, seeking a delivery.
The man, Poomba by name, wandered up the rain-soaked porch, cursing his rotten luck. He had had an earful of whispers and pleadings from the drenched girl hanging like a dead weight, and he…
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