I think maybe them wandering off alone turned out to be a good thing because when they came back they were holding hands and laughing. I’d not seen them do that in … well longer then I can remember.
In the later hours of the evening, when the sun was getting low in the sky, Mom showed me how to make a three pronged spear and then taught me how to go frog spearing. That night I got to see what frog legs taste like when cooked over an open fire. Mom said I had them before when I was real little, but I don’t remember that. You know, they are kind of like chicken wings only without all the spices and barbeque sauce.