Lily
Unless Bianca were to re-embrace the voice of her Aunt Jane talking on the phone (for it seemed like Aunt Jane was ALWAYS talking on the phone), Bianca would have to keep her distance, which she did without a problem. She ran up ahead, carefully avoiding dried leaves so as not to provoke attention. She stepped as lightly as a cat, but as confidently as a full-grown collie. She didn’t want Aunt Jane to call, “Come here, dear, and come talk to…” whoever she was talking to on the phone.
She and Aunt Jane were backpacking, only Aunt Jane was paying more attention to her phone call than to the path.
Up ahead, Bianca saw two chances: to leave her Aunt, or to stay. She met the eyes of her phone-obsessed Aunt. She thought quickly, then took a great leap into freedom.
And she saw her Aunt walk by, leaving her to her own survival.