Rakesh sat on the bench next to the front door as morning painstakingly turned into afternoon. His foot trapped the grass under him with such fury, he was more than sure that he had destroyed the miniscule patch. Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps approaching caught his attention. Rakesh shot to his feet and rounded the corner near the bottle tree, a blend of relief and apprehension washing over him. He trotted along to Soren, who was accompanied by a few others pulling along a cart ...