*: The fear built up more and more as she ran, it didn't help that she had a small bundle of weight against her breast whilst running from her enemies and dodging foliage in every direction. The clearing was just ahead and then she could rest and place the small squirming bundle in a safe place. The couple she had found were just beyond her forest of a home.
All of a sudden she was out. The sand was no longer too hot for bear feet so she stood there panting. The knowledge of her and her child's safety was the only thought letting her stand there. Looking up she realized the young couple she had chosen were there in front of her as she knew they would be, there mouths wide with shock.
She was beginning to catch her breath so she made the poor decision to try and talk to them. "Hello, my name is Glade. I have come.....to....to..." and with that she fell to her knees hyperventilating . The young woman who Glade new to be named Janice held the child and began to rock, bounce, and shush the infant. The young gentleman whose name was Hark began to pick her up and take her in the direction of a nice blue minivan when she protested with a guttural no. But they insisted on housing her and her child until she could at least walk.
The next few days were a blur of answering questions, eating, feeding, sleeping, and refusing a hospital over and over again. Why? Because if the doctor determined she was to have an MRI her tribe and her husband's tribe would both be in jeopardy.
When three days had passed she could stand without teetering and finally told them everything she could without making them either hysterical or a liability. She didn't know what was worse. They asked for the child's name. And when she gave it they smiled and agreed to raise her for the agreed 13 years. Finally Margaret was safe.*
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