“So, which way do we go?” Beth"s head swivelled.
I stepped up next to her and contemplated each direction of the crossroad. There were no signs, and it resembled the road we"d travelled—dusty, long, and deserted. Left or right, neither promised help.
“Let me know when you"ve figured it out.” Beth released the buckle on the backpack and allowed the heavy load to drop. She sank to the ground, pulled her legs up and rested her chin on the top of her knees.
Unable to decide, I sighed and did the same. Moments later my sister laid flat on her back, with ankles crossed, hands folded on her chest, and her eyes closed. Shallow breaths produced a slight rise and fall of her belly, the only part of her body that moved. Even an ant crawling along her forearm, did not cause her to flinch.
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