1. The Island, Chapter 33


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    couple of folks swimming in our newly shark-proofed lagoon, and Rodney, Sharon and Jill were out on the raft fishing again. I sat with Joelle for a spell in the medical hut, talking and checking out her new sutures. She had done as I had suggested, peeling some tendon fibers off of one of the pig carcasses and stringing one on a needle. She had managed to save a little of the alcohol before I had absconded with the rest, and had the sutures soaking in it in a plastic bag. “Those look perfect,” I told her. “Now, let’s hope we don’t ever have to use them.” Thinking of sutures made me want to locate River, and I got Joelle to join me in a hunt for him. We located him under a palm tree near the edge of the jungle, and he let us inspect our handiwork. “It looks good,” Joelle said. “Does it hurt much?” “Naw,” he answered. “Mostly it feels really tight. It’s sore, but not bad.” “Well, I don’t see any signs of infection. Do you, Dave?” “No, it looks better than I expected. You must be a good healer.” “I think you’re just a great doctor,” he complimented me. “Thanks for fixing me up.” “No problem. It’s my contribution to our society here. We’ll plan on taking those out in seven days or so. Don’t soak that leg in the water until then. Just rinses only.” He grimaced unhappily, liking the water as much as he did. “All right. I don’t want to mess up your fine work.” Summer approached us with a frown on her face. “Dave, I’ve got some bad news.” “What is it?” Joelle asked in concern. ...
    “The sow died.” Joelle gasped a quiet, “Oh, no!” “That’s too bad,” I agreed. “Are the piglets going to make it?” “I’m not worried about most of them, I started feeding them some slops and leftovers and they did all right.” She frowned. “But the runt will only nurse.” “Poor Wilbur!” Joelle commiserated, kind soul that she was. “What can we do?” I asked. A bemused smile quirked her lips. “Well, I did have a crazy idea.” “What?” “Do you remember a Tori Amos album from years ago that was sort of controversial?” “Not my kind of music. What does it have to do with Wilbur?” “There was a picture of her breast-feeding a piglet.” Joelle placed her hand on her mouth in shock, realizing where this was going. “I know that Gabrielle is a wet nurse. Do you think…?” She trailed off, afraid to say it. “Would she nurse Wilbur like she nursed Dkembe? I don’t know.” “That’s pretty weird,” Joelle said. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask.” We found the French girl at her small campsite, reading a book. After explaining our dilemma, she surprised us by agreeing without hesitation. “When I chose this profession, I researched it very thoroughly,” she said. “In des jours anciens —the old days—it was common for les nourrices to suckle young animals as well as humans. It is all about sustaining life. I will be pleased to help this pauvre porcelet .” We trooped over to the pigpen, sending the larger piglets into a frenzy as we invaded their space. They tore around squealing, still not used to humans. Wilbur ...