“She needs to see a Mother,” Kansas said. “She’s hurt.” “She’s not hurt.” The Minister chuckled and stood, letting me go. He shoved the towel into one of his deep pockets. “This is a good thing. A wonderful thing.” “How can it be good?” I peered from behind the Minister to see Kansas shaking with rage. “We’re starving. You’re punishing us because she’s bleeding?” The Minister returned to our room.
