I wasn't sure what it was about the woodpecker that made her turn in that direction, but I was happy enough to follow. There were obviously things she knew that I had no idea about and I wasn't too proud a boy to learn from others. I didn't think I would have survived the Island otherwise, because it was the entire group of us that kept the family together, even if Peter had never seen it that way.

It was fun to learn. Maybe by the end of this, I would know where to look for wood if I wanted to make myself a bow. Maybe she would even help me fashion one of my own some day.

"How come you don't live at the Children's Home?" I asked as we walked. She didn't seem to be that much older than I was and not older than some of the girls in the Home, but I supposed I couldn't be absolutely certain of that. I had come to understand a long time ago that sometimes people weren't quite what they seemed to be.