The Survivor Kind

Laurie was pretending to feed the crusts from her sandwich to the stuffed anteater. She scolded it like it was a petulant toddler. She caught me looking and smiled at me. I never knew there was a border between sweet, grandmotherly patience and serial killer cunning, but that smile was right on the line.

“How many people live in your cave, dear?”

“Thirty-seven … I guess, thirty-four now.”

“And do you have any family there?”

“Not from before. They’re all gone. But I’ve got a … I guess you could say a girlfriend, and a little one on the way.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” said Laurie. Robert piped up with a dull-voiced congratulation of his own.

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