“But where your father is not, Job is. If you’re my son, Paulo, then you’re Job’s son. We’re one person.” Paulo shook his head, but Ruth continued. “You’re the one who insists on this Rwandese thing. You can start your own Kalemanzira clan. You can buy a plot of land in Kigali if you want and spend some time there. But don’t dig this up. Many Tutsis are without roots but they have sprouted their own and made a life. Immigration is like that. It breaks things up—tribes, families, even races.” Ruth took a breath and then asked cheerily, “So are you planning to marry Nyange?”
