When the other women came back with the tiny caracal and a feeding pipette, Sandi settled Freya into a comfortable position. They all beamed as Freya coaxed the frail creature to accept the drops one by one. After a few minutes the mite was opening its mouth in readiness.
Louise sensed that Freya could be reliving her Sudan feeding experiences but knew she would find this more acceptable – a baby orphaned by nature in the raw, not by intentional violence or a man-made famine.
Sandi continued her response to Freya’s earlier question as if there’d been no interruption. “And what I like least is being near a rest camp, feeling that my precious solitude could be under threat. Our last place was even more isolated and I got out of the habit of talking. It’s a surprise I’ve said so much to you all. Must be because Hanne is family, and you and Freya feel like family too somehow.”
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