When he was a child, swimming in the river had left him a painful lesson when a piece of iron wire pierced his foot, and to this day, he dared not take off his shoes when wading in the wilderness.
He couldn't understand how these children could run around barefooted without fear of sharp stones or wooden thorns piercing their feet.
Maybe their feet had grown calluses over time, so they no longer feared such things?
Lost in his random thoughts, the car was already driving down the avenue.
This truly was a sea of green, with trees so tall that it wasn't an exaggeration to say they obscured the sky. The only downside was the annoying variety of bugs that came with it.
That's when the antiscolic powder came in handy.
Lincoln Harrington drove seriously, looking slightly tense, always on the alert for children who might dart out from the side of the road.
Cheryl Suweton, meanwhile, looped her arm through Sean Knight's, whispering to him,
