Maame

by Jessica George

For some reason, at night, when you’re meant to be sleeping, your brain wants answers to everything.

When you’re in a job you don’t love but need, it must help to have someone close by to share light moments with.

“You’re Christian, Shu. Do you always believe in God?” “Yeah, course. Got to.” “Why?” “Because,” she says, “I can’t carry on living believing human beings are as good as it gets.” She looks at me. “We’re the worst.”

brothers have a level of audacity sisters couldn’t possibly reach—or get away with—even if they tried.