I'd found the island's version of Doc and Jeb, rolled into one person. I gave a little smile and a shake of my head. "You remind me of someone from the caves. Jeb. He was curious to the point he drove me hoarse with questions. Wanting to know about me, about us, about where we'd been, everything. Then he, and others, started asking at mealtimes and it sort of became my job. To tell the others stories about us, so I suppose you could say that I'm used to the questions, and the curiosity."

I took a sip from my mug, set it down again. "Not among all of us, the memory thing. But we all remember what our mothers remember, and their mothers, and their mothers, and on it goes. So I guess there is some cross over, but they're dim recollections. Not photographic memories."