He had tried. He had tried as hard as he could to fit in, to become normal again. After the fame wore off, the novelty of telling people what had happened, showing them how he’d made the first fire, how to make a bow, how to hunt—when all that was done and the world around him had returned to a semblance of normalcy—he’d tried to fit back in. For a year and more he had acted—in his mind anyway—as if he were normal.
