Chapter 7
They rowed all day, always south, in sight of the shore, so they could see if the strange boats had pulled up anywhere. Ben strained his eyes for any sight of the foreign boats. Ibba slept in the bottom of the boat. Isika laid her scarf over Ibba's face to shelter her from the sun. They rowed. Occasionally, they rested and ate a little of the food Jerutha had packed for them. Benayeem felt that he was in a dream world, overwhelmed by loss and the newness of everything, their sudden homelessness. They were lost and adrift; a fourteen-year-old girl, a thirteen-year-old boy, and their little seven-year-old sister. What good were they against the world?
"Who were they?" he asked his sister, but she had no answer for him. He had never seen people like that before, or boats like that
