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her sister-in-law spilled delicious lore that chickadee had not heard before. with round eyes she listened, heeding every word.
something real bad.
she fastened to that.
the idea that galana had just been taken unsettled chickadee, set her stomach to rolling. she clutched the other's paw suddenly, wanting to reassure.
"i can see why you don't want to tell him that," she said, "so we won't. oh, galana! i'm so glad you got back and - and that you're okay ..."
something real bad.
was she?
"you're very strong to have gotten through all that. especially the kind of fear that makes you run."