The Girl Who Lived (15)

Part XV: Uncomfortable

‘Try them on first,’ he says with an indulgent chuckle. Like a father.

They fit.

‘They’re less comfy than I remember.’

‘You need to break them in. Painful for a while, then they’re the best footwear you’ll ever have. Especially compared to those.’

We glare at my makeshift sandals they way you might at a huge and mildly poisonous spider.

‘Lots of walking, then?’

‘Yep. Might as well start now. Storm’s over and it’s getting light. Let’s go.’

‘Go where?’

‘To your people’s camp.’

‘But you said you don’t like them.’

‘I don’t. But we may need them.’

‘For what?’

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