Her eyesight was good and right now, she had never been more grateful for that. Sitting on the Camel’s ‘humpy’ back, a long way from the man that had caught her attention, she could tell he was in deep thought. A thinker. Thinkers are reflective. Reflective people are cautious. Cautious people try to make the best decisions. Good.
The poor man had tried all he could but it seemed Matilda was doing poorly. These days nobody could tell exactly what was wrong with her. At certain times she would convulse violently, thrashing about restlessly, upsetting everything in her path and at other times her fever will rise alarmingly and she would lose the ability to string a coherent sentence. The good Doctor had given up; she saw it in his eyes. Hilda leaned …
She could feel her friends concern for her. It was thick and palpable bordering on anger, confusion and astonishment. She couldn’t blame her. She’d been there before. Marrying outside her tribe meant she had to adapt to the changes life brought. While she loved her husband with all her heart, there were times when she wondered if she was doing the right thing.
