M
usa wasn’t in the dirah. He wasn’t in the tunnel either, or at their daily camping spot near the entrance to the Central Bus Station. Where was he? It was more than a day since they’d last seen him.
“Maybe he died the other night, when we left him here on his own…” Guilt and worry gnawed at at Bugi.
“I doubt it,” said Lulu with authority. Apparently he’d seen his share of Musas. “I’d give him another year or two.”
“Maybe somebody took him to the hospital?” Bugi suggested.
