“It’s just over this hill.”
“You said that four hills ago. I quit.”
The group came to a halt as Marta sank to the ground. A field of long grasses undulated behind her. Roland, the self-appointed leader since Angelique and Frankie took off on their own, hunkered down next to her.
“C’mon, Marta. Get up. It’s just a little bit farther.”
Marta shook her head with a certainty reserved for six-year-olds whose limits have been reached. She folded her arms tightly across her narrow chest and furrowed her eyebrows at him.
“No.”Read More »