Bright moved her digits thoughtfully, as though counting on her fingers. Then she said, “Never.”
“Then how did you know to use a banana suit?”
“As I said, Scout’s Handbook. One of the oldest tricks in there.”
They walked for about another ten minutes. The brush tugged at Martia’s clothing, which was still the office attire she’d never had a chance to change out of. Yet one more outfit ruined, Martia thought. Six trunks obviously wasn’t enough wardrobe for my life in Burgundy. If I were staying, I’d definitely have to rethink my options.
Eventually they came to another clearing, where they saw a sight that lifted Martia’s spirits. Leaning casually against a tree was Thomas, wearing his typical gray suit and bowler hat. Standing beside him was Jib, the native porter she’d hired when she
