Kadiatou felt the urge to cry and plead with Binta, to say please, please, please, but for what she was not sure. Please let us be as we used to be. Please don’t avoid my eyes. A memory came to her then in vivid light, of herself sitting on the floor as Papa ate his supper of ndappa, alert, watching him, eager to refill his enamel cup of water, but just as he took the last sip, Binta sprang up and took the cup.
