The woman shook her head at Barry. She put down the long wooden tube and rose, taking slow, purposeful steps towards Barry. The others continued chanting, looking into the fire. Her voice was a steady stream of wasps: "Where the hell were you?"
  "I don't remember," Barry said as she pounded him. "Peace, lady."
  She clubbed him with a fast, firm fist from underneath her blanket. "You said you'd be here. I knew you wouldn't be." Turning in disgust she contemplated the tongues of fire licking the long column of smoke. "Well, come on."
  "Ouch!" Barry cried as the boy kicked him. "Are those thing steel-tipped?"
  The boy smiled.