"So, if you could just tell Mrs. Bratten that I can't be inthe play because it might make me sick or something, okay?"Mom raised one eyebrow while tak...ng a bite of the mashed potatoes."You might be sick or something if you are in the play, huh?" She askedskeptically. "Why would being in a Cub Scout play make you sick?" He doesn't like eating Buffalo, Mom," added Thomas."Remember the time he got sick riding that bucking horse in front ofCrawford's Market?" Elizabeth joked as everyone laughed. No more was said about the issue over the next couple weeks, then the dam broke one evening just as we were crawling into bed. June said, “Honey, you know what we talked about a while ago, about something happening?”I jerked my head around to look at her. “Did it!?”“Maybe.”“But you promised you’d tell me if it did!”“I never said I’d tell you immediately, nor am I saying anything has happened. I just wanted to ask you a question.”“What?”“Well, I’ve been thinking about it since we talked. How. ”“You are claiming that you, a woman, killed the Leading Shaman and got away with it?”“I am not claiming anything. I just killed him before he could kill John.”“But women are not warriors!”“They are in our tribe. The other two women who came with us are both warriors.”“How odd. Where do you come from?”“Numa’s tribe. Chief Numa insisted we come with John, for his protection.”“Numa is a female name. Is it not?”“She certainly is. She had a baby recently, so definitely not a man; much tougher.”“A. Just as the bell rang, Emily came out and handed me a late slip. As we left, she verified that it had been about the VP. Then she made sure I saw her start her recorder again and put it away. She asked about what happened outside the window, and I told her about the girl with the bat.We turned and went in different directions. She went to PE, and I went to Chemistry.As I enjoyed the comforting feeling of being covered by my lab coat, class started. We opened our logbooks to our homework, and.