Red Fern Forest If you go down to the woods today

Drift's laughter struck her the wrong way, and she openly turned to him with knitted eyebrows. What was he trying to suggest, that no one cared whether or not he was here? What was so funny about literally anything they had discussed? He was looking at her now, though, and she quickly turned away, not wanting to incite anything. That he was thinking of her food comment was entirely lost on her. She had always just assumed her body was plump because she was well fed, and that there was nothing wrong with it. Spieden was equally plump and Spieden was great!

"Mmm," she grunted in response, her mind now wishing to escape from the conversation. It frightened her how different her brother was now, and she hoped it was just a phase that would pass. But could she fault him for these defense mechanisms that probably had kept him alive these past months? What Drift acted like did not change the fact that they were family. If anything, Drift needed more love, more understanding from her now than at any other time in his life. He could be healed and brought back to normal. He just needed to eat.