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molting buzzard landed a few feet from Hussy’s prone body. The butt-ugly bird dipped its bald head and poked its sharp, hooked beak toward her to investigate.
    â€œDon’t move a muscle,” said Cutter, barely audible, “let’s see if we can get a few more to land.”
    Two more buzzards settled down beside the motionless bodies in a flutter of feathers, one at Cutter’s feet and one near Hussey’s head. Hussey squinted through eyelids open in paper thin slits at the movement of the bird. Lying perfectly still, she watched the buzzard inch closer, closer, moving its long featherless neck back and forth and cocking its pink head in curiosity.
    The carrion bird leaned over Hussy’s face and moved its head down, eyeing her like a tasty morsel. Hussey screamed and leaped from the grass waving her arms furiously. The buzzard, surprised that its meal was still moving, took to the air in a great flapping of wings, leaving a snowfall of small feathers drifting down on Hussey. As the bird ascended, it let go a stream of sickly pink bile from its screeching beak. Hussey dodged the stream of buzzard vomit that rained down toward her. Cutter wasn’t so lucky. The buzzard which had been examining Cutter’s crotch when Hussey launched herself from the ground had taken flight and, before Cutter could jump out of the way, let out a torrent of vomit on Cutter’s pants and boots.
    Hussey saw Cutter stand and watch the great bird fly away, buzzard puke all over his crotch and legs. “Bingo!” she yelled and burst out laughing.
    â€œYou lose,” said Cutter. “You moved first.”
    â€œYep, I lose, but at least I’m not covered in buzzard puke.”
    â€œI told you this was a stupid game.” Cutter stared at the mess on his clothes. “Now I have to go home and change.”
    Hussey was still pointing at Cutter’s crotch and laughing.
    â€œAnd staring at my crotch and laughing isn’t exactly good for my self-esteem.”
    â€œYou already have more self-esteem than you need,” said Hussey. She dropped back to the grassy pasture in the lotus position.
    When Hussey’s laughter subsided and her shoulders stopped shaking with glee, she sighed and looked at Cutter with sad eyes. “I’m going to miss this,” she said.
    â€œAre you sad about leaving Cassandra?”
    â€œYes and no,” said Hussey with downcast eyes. “I got my degree in organic chemistry so I can go on to med school and get the MD. And this summer living at home has been great but it’s time to move on. Cassandra has been my home all my life, and it’s sad to think I may never come back here to live. I’m going to miss all the weird, quirky people. There’s so much energy here.”
    â€œI’m glad you decided to come home for the summer,” said Cutter. “I missed you when you were away at college. And I’m glad you gave us another chance.” As Cutter reached out to hug her she looked down at his puke-spattered pants and took a step back.
    â€œYou wouldn’t have missed me if you hadn’t flunked out of school your fist semester,” said Hussey. “And I’m telling you again, the ‘us’ thing is on a trial basis. Let’s see how it goes when we get to St. Pete. Now you go home and change. I need to go say goodbye to Mama Wati. I’ll come back here tomorrow, before we leave, and collect the mushrooms.”
    Hussey unzipped her backpack and removed a small vial filled with purple seeds and a handful of little flags; each showed a white skull and crossbones on a black field. “I got these flags at the Pirates of the Caribbean souvenir store at Disney World,” Hussey told Cutter as she sprinkled a few of the seeds onto each puddle of vulture vomit and stuck a small flag into the ground beside it. “This way, I’ll know where to look tomorrow when I come back for the