The girls hurried through the forest, dragging the reptile behind them. The ground was moist from a sharp burst of unseasonable rain, and the bloodied carcass was soon coated with mud. It was a cold evening in January, but the girls were barefoot. They had bludgeoned their prey with bamboo sticks and were giddy with the anticipation of savoring the fresh meat. They argued logistics all the way home.
If they roasted the meat on an outdoor fire, as they wanted to, they would attract the envy of the entire village. They lived in Subalpur, a forested neck . . .