I look in on the two daughters. I am shocked. There they lie sprawled in two single beds alongside each other. Dear reader, you might recall the half-wild tomcat whose lair — my tent — I shared in Pondok Paleis in my vast Covid retreat in the Karoo? He hunted. That was it, I would surmise as he chowed my fingers — prey to him — and brought in scores of dead and semi-dead field mice and rats.

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