To Jalil and his spouses, I was a pokeroot. A mugwort. You as well. What's more, you weren't conceived yet." "What's a mugwort?" Mariam inquired. "A weed," Nana said. "Something

It was this last piece slipped from Mariam's fingers, that tumbled to the wooden sections of flooring of the kolba and broke. when Nana saw the bowl, her face becomes red and her upper lip shuddered, and