(“Her information is going to be very helpful.”)
“Two daughters, right Chuck?” Miles asked as he hands me my beer and sits down.
“Yes. Twins, seven years old. They both endured the close-up horror of watching their father killed and partially eaten by the three simba. He was kneeling next to their window, fixing the flat tire. Mrs. Bridges, and she asked me to call her Linda, said the male attacked first, and the two female were instantly right behind. She said one of the females slammed against their car window, trying to get to them.”
“Oh my, Bwana,” Makali reacted.
“Well, the good part is that she got a close look at the lions and does remember some descriptive details. The male is big, and has a dark mane.”
“Good, but not that unusual Charles,” Miles interrupted.
“Yeah, but wait. She noticed a definite long scar on his left hip! That is good stuff.”
“What else?” Makali asked.