Chapter Eight

Felix proved to be a greater help than even he could imagine.  More than once, Rex praised him for his show of strength and stamina as they battled their way up the steep hillside with the heavily laden wagon. 

Olga worriedly monitored their progress, but said nothing. She’d overprotected her nephew because of his deformity for his entire life.  She could see now that it wasn’t a necessary thing to have done. 

Felix was born while they were huddled together like eggs in an egg carton in the bomb shelter. The birth was a long and complicated one. It resulted in a damaged foot for him and death for his mother.  Having assisted with the birthing, Olga carried a heavy guilt over what had happened.  It didn’t matter that none of them were trained for such an event and that they’d managed to save Felix even if they couldn’t save his mother.  She kept wondering if someone else in the group might have done it bet